"R-really?" Hearing Damien's words, the man momentarily understood that he couldn't trust this individual. Yet, knowing death was so close, he still inquired, hoping for a chance to survive.
"Yes, I will not kill you myself." Damien moved forward, slowly leaning before sitting on one of the rubble piles while the man's body lay in a bloody state near his feet. He looked up, resting his chin on his palm and supporting his elbow on his thighs, gazing at him with a smirk.
"...urgh... th-then…" The man, clearly understanding Damien's implication that he would not kill him, felt reassured that at least he would not die a dog's death. He was already certain that there was no chance for him to survive this.
