( he's visibly disappointed that his attempt to shift the conversation in every single direction but this one... had failed. miserably, even. without even a hint of success. at this point, he's sort of realizing how futile of an endeavor it was, but even then, he does his best to remain in gear. ) That's just as important, isn't it? ( awkward pause. ) ... yeah, I don't know.

( he sighs a little. he can sort of get where she was going. naturally, had this been home where all the factors were known and their objectives clear cut, there probably wouldn't have been so much hesitation or the inclination to reconsider their tactics to this extent.

either way, at her words, he rubs the back of his neck. ) If that happens, I'll deal with it then. ( he tries to say it with some finality to the conversation. he hated being stern about things like these, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. to avoid potential casualties, that is. ) Least we'll be on guard for it, too. Besides... that's the life we've always led at home. ( so it wasn't supposed to bother him.

as a bookman and as an exorcist. it was just expected. )