<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma nodded as Amell said that not all humans were good. That much he did understand. It was what he'd expected. He felt somewhat disappointed to know that humans did kill, even other humans. But it wasn't something he could condemn or even criticize. After all, his own kin fought against one another. <br/>
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When Amell stood again, Kazuma watched him go, curious as to what the human was doing this time. When Amell returned, he had something strange in his hand. Kazuma gasped at the picture shown to him. Anger bubbled in his chest as Amell said 'Oni' and 'Ogre' whilst pointing to the damning drawing. For a brief moment, all he could think was that the stories were right and the human's really did see them as vile, nasty creatures. He shook his head. "No!" he demanded. Pointing to himself, he stated firmly, "Oni. Good."<br/>
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Then he looked back to the thing in Amell's hand. Reaching out he smacked his finger against the drawing and swiped his hand out in a sharp gesture as he said, "Bad. Ugly. Oni not ugly." <br/>
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The picture moved. Kazuma reeled backward. His heart raced, body tense and ready for any kind of retaliation. When it didn't come, he came forward and grabbed at Amell's hand. "What..." Kazuma paused. "<i>What magic is this?</i>" He promptly examined Amell's hand then looked to his own hand. How had Amell summoned up such a thing? "You tell me."</span>