Aziel followed the flow of the game and tilted his head to the side, a silent, deliberate gesture of denial.
The man's eyes lit up in expectation as he scribbled another sentence on the page, which almost seemed to overflow from the previous questions.
Are you related to humans in any way?
The question Aziel had been expecting, the one the man had been trying to ask all along, finally surfaced on the page. That's it, he thought.
This time, however, Aziel showed no gesture. Instead, he took the pen from the man, flipped the paper over, and wrote deliberately.
To be precise, I am a human, just like you, but I look like this due to some unfavorable conditions and circumstances.
The man's face hardened for a moment, as if the very idea of Aziel being human was impossible not just because of his current body, but something deeper, something unspoken.
Aziel met his gaze with a knowing smirk, though he didn't realize the effect it had, and continued to write.
