Great War? ... Oh right, the guy was old. Lame, but understandable. If what he said was at all true, anyway. He could either actually be a demon or he could be a liar. He'd have to look for other sources to double-check.

<Story Eater... I've heard of things that take over worlds but not really... devour them.> The closest he could think of was like... a giant Taxxon. Man that'd be horrifying... a planet-sized ugly worm? He shuddered mentally. <But good to know that people are stubborn here, too. It's a good trait for pretty much anyone to have, really.>

It was a trait he was very familiar with himself. He'd lost track of how long he'd been a hawk, but he'd surprised himself with just how strongly he'd wanted to survive. <But there's no...> ... Should he even insinuate anything? He wasn't sure. There was no reason to bring this guy in completely, but...

<... The enemy we've been fighting could be anywhere. They... infect people, basically. And then they don't have a choice but to fight for their side. So there's a reason I'm cautious.> 'We're cautious' really, but Alastor didn't have to know about Rachel. Not yet.