The more this human spoke the less Zico understood him. They were just talking about Zico's murder attempt and now the male was laughing hysterically about the idea of his mother being in hell. What a strange human. Zico stared, expression unchanging as the male laughed before eventually turning his back once more to continue cooking. There was a lot of depth to Alois, a lot of scars, more than those he had seen on his skin, Zico could feel it with the longer they spent together. Alois was a troubled soul, he supposed much like his own soul.<br/><br/>The human continued talking, continued revealing more about himself and his past to the demon who listened quietly, expression unchanging. His mother sounded just as fucked up as Zico's father had been, and Alois had done what he had to in order to survive, just as Zico had done.<br/><br/>Zico didn't show any signs of disgust or judgement, or even surprise for that matter. When the human came closer and jumped up on his kitchen counter, Zico's eyes slowly looked up to meet his before looking away back to the food he was making once again, deep in thought.<br/><br/>"God..." he spoke finally after a long silence "doesn't get involved with the lives of humans anymore" he stared at the food although his focus was somewhere else entirely "prayers will always go unanswered. There is no punishment, and there is no reward. Not for the living. What happened to you... it wasn't god." Zico looked up finally to meet Alois gaze again "It wasn't punishment. You did what you had to in order to survive. That's what we all must do"<br/><br/>Zico turned the heat down on the stove, and added the remaining butter. "Blood is worth nothing in this world" he added quietly "It's kill or be killed, for humans and demons alike"