Help him? The idea of being helped is laughable. The sound bubbles in his throat, escaping before Jinu can lock it away behind his lips. The patterns along his skin flicker, shining with that violet and iridescent hue, golden hues and slitted pupils narrowing. There's a wicked little flash of fangs before her curbs the smirk and tampers his emotions.
"Why would anyone help me? The last time I prayed for help, I got exactly what I wanted, and then what I deserved." His arms open in a vague gesture. "What will this Sin Eater do? What will I do, after supposedly being helped?" The world was different now, and his family was long gone. He has no one. He abandoned the ones he loved most when they needed him, and now, time has continued moving while he remains. Not entirely himself, and yet, Gwi-Ma could not be presented sole blame for what he has become. This is the root of who he is, isn't it? Deceitful, cruel, selfish. . . . He deserves to be chewed on by shame and guilt; let it gnaw his bones until he turns to dust.