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Alistair's steps folded for half a second. Alex went on, still quiet, still honest. "I knew what you were. From the beginning. Your energy … it's unmistakable. And yes… everything I've been taught says I should have treated you as a threat." He swallowed. “My father would have.” That truth settled heavily between them. “But when I looked at you,” Alex continued, voice steady despite the conflict behind it, “I didn't see a monster. I saw someone in pain. Someone pushing himself far past what was safe just to… be seen.” He looked at Alistair then, openly now, without judgment. “That matters to me.” They walked a few more steps in silence, leaves crunching softly beneath their feet. “You asked why I didn't kill you,” Alex said, thoughtfully. “I suppose I could ask you the same thing.” Alistair frowned slightly. "You followed me. You revealed your name. You came back here even knowing how dangerous this place is for you." His brow creased faintly, not accusing, just genuinely curious. “If you believed you were beyond saving… why would you do any of that?” Alex's voice softened. “I don't believe souls are ruined beyond repair,” he said simply. "Not yours. Not anyone's. Light isn't meant to destroy by default, it's meant to understand first." He paused, then added, almost shyly: "And not everything is what it seems at first glance. I've learned that from spirits... and from people." The grin on Alistair's face didn't bother him. Alex wasn't naive about bitterness; he just refused to let it decide things for him. "You say it's my job to kill monsters," Alex said gently, "but I don't think you're one. And even if you were..." His lips curved faintly, a quiet, stubborn kindness there. “I don’t think killing should be the first answer.” He hesitated, then spoke the last truth plainly: “I agreed to see you again because I wanted to know you. Because you mattered enough to come back for.” A beat. “And because something in me told me that walking away would have been the wrong choice.” He looked ahead again, calm and unafraid. “If that makes me a poor priest,” Alex said softly, “then I’ll accept that.” They continued walking, the forest opening gently in front of them, neither of them quite ready to look at the other, but both unwilling to stop walking side by side. Alexander let the silence stretch for a moment after his last words. The forest seemed to listen to them, the wind slipping through leaves, the distant call of birds just waking. He folded his hands into his sleeves, grounding himself, and continued walking at Alistair's pace. He didn't want to corner him with his thoughts. He only wanted to share them. “My father…” Alex began quietly, the words alone carried weight. “If you had met him instead of me,” he said, eyes fixed on the path ahead, “you wouldn't have made it past the first ward.” There was no bitterness in his voice. No anger, just truth. "He wouldn't have waited for you to speak. Or breathe. He would have struck the moment he sensed you." Alex paused, then added honestly, “If not killed outright… then bound, burned, or torn apart by ritual.” He swallowed; the image too familiar. He had watched his father's work since childhood—precise, unflinching, merciless in the name of preservation. “I love him,” Alex said softly. "And I respect him. Everything he believes, he believes because he truly thinks it keeps the world safe." His fingers tightened briefly in his sleeves. “But I don’t believe the same way.” He finally looked at Alistair enough for the demon to see the sincerity there. "My father sees demons as errors that must be erased. 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