[Danny is quiet for a moment, before he tilts his head here not quite in affirmation, but not a denial either.]
"Judging" is a word for it, I suppose. Not the one I would use for myself personally in comparison to the others, but it's not necessarily wrong either, depending on how you look at it.
... Then again, perhaps we were the ones being judged instead? As an experiment to see just how far we were willing to go to fulfill our own ambitions, and prove our loyalty and usefulness to the one that played the part of our God, as we played the part of his angels... but then, that's just depressing to consider, isn't it? And right now I'm not interested in thinking too hard about such things here.
[He brushes the thought off, but the fact that he even suggested it is probably evidence enough that Danny has considered this line of thought about his position more than once before.
He then proceeds to sit on the operating table here, which is surprisingly the one surface that's still clean despite all the blood that had been splattered around in other places here. It seems that Danny has come to some kind of decision here that involves honesty, as he gestures around them again.]
Regardless, I am considered the master of this floor. There's no use in pretending with you at this juncture, is there? You've already seen too much for me to lie otherwise. Though I have to say... my dreams about this place are not typically like this. Normally, I'm usually alone here.
[Either just by himself on this empty floor, or with the company of corpses, moving or otherwise. So it's... surreal, sitting here and talking to Grimm, a person who is still living as far as Danny's memory is concerned.]
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"Judging" is a word for it, I suppose. Not the one I would use for myself personally in comparison to the others, but it's not necessarily wrong either, depending on how you look at it.
... Then again, perhaps we were the ones being judged instead? As an experiment to see just how far we were willing to go to fulfill our own ambitions, and prove our loyalty and usefulness to the one that played the part of our God, as we played the part of his angels... but then, that's just depressing to consider, isn't it? And right now I'm not interested in thinking too hard about such things here.
[He brushes the thought off, but the fact that he even suggested it is probably evidence enough that Danny has considered this line of thought about his position more than once before.
He then proceeds to sit on the operating table here, which is surprisingly the one surface that's still clean despite all the blood that had been splattered around in other places here. It seems that Danny has come to some kind of decision here that involves honesty, as he gestures around them again.]
Regardless, I am considered the master of this floor. There's no use in pretending with you at this juncture, is there? You've already seen too much for me to lie otherwise. Though I have to say... my dreams about this place are not typically like this. Normally, I'm usually alone here.
[Either just by himself on this empty floor, or with the company of corpses, moving or otherwise. So it's... surreal, sitting here and talking to Grimm, a person who is still living as far as Danny's memory is concerned.]