Laurel gave only a nod in reply, he said. "We should go up in the valley straight after we reach the neutral zone. Coming back with this much blood on our face is a no-go."
When he saw Oswald getting rid of it by licking his fingers and forearm, he gave him a kick in the tibia. "Stop doing that! It's disgusting!" He frowned, worried about the frown he got in return.
"How can you tell it is? That's disgusting for humans, not for me!" He was trying to comfort himself while trying to understand what Satan felt when he ate. He wanted to figure out the reasons why he had ended up eating people to fight against a devouring hunger.
Now looking at the one who never considered him a freak or a bad person, he was struggling to understand his fault.
He lifted his hand and gestured Laurel to give it a try. Oswald's thoughts were still corroded by the full moon that just ended, but Laurel's remorse was far stronger. He gave another kick, one with some strength.
