[A youkai child; there's no doubt of it, as he bares his sharp fangs and taunts Hakkai, confusingly, about being a witch.
(Of all the things to pick, really? A witch? What have they told him?)
Hakkai doesn't attack again, although his hands are raised in readiness and his palm glows faintly. Instead, he stares at the boy, modulating his voice to gentleness.]
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(Of all the things to pick, really? A witch? What have they told him?)
Hakkai doesn't attack again, although his hands are raised in readiness and his palm glows faintly. Instead, he stares at the boy, modulating his voice to gentleness.]
We don't have to fight. I'm just passing through.