He was proud of that, at least. It was just about all he could do, and he was discovering all the different things he could do with a magically-conjured piece of toast with toppings. It wrecked corrupted beings, and he hoped it would help piece Sol's head back together.

"Yeah, it's always somethin' with this place. Take your time, I know this shit's rough."

Hell, it was nice being in a bubble with people he used to work with. They were drinking at the bar. He saw Himeno again. Problem was, he'd watched them all die... he knew they were dead and nothing would bring any of them back. Some had died in their duty, knowing the risks of devil hunting. Others... were stepping stones.

Without a word, he offered them a back pat. He could always make more toast if needed, maybe with some jelly next time. If only he could conjure peanut butter...