[The man doesn't bother answering Shun's comment. It wasn't a question, after all. Instead, he bends to write, spidery characters swiftly filling a few pages, and draws out a summoning circle on the page after that, labeled with notes like 'candles' and 'salt' and 'fresh blood.'
It takes him at least ten minutes. When he finishes, he rips the pages out, and holds them and the pencil out towards Shun.]
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It takes him at least ten minutes. When he finishes, he rips the pages out, and holds them and the pencil out towards Shun.]
There.