[So it's not precisely shyness... a concern for others, most likely. He's encountered the Fiends, fought them from Matador to the Riders, knows well that (even to him) the pressure they gave off was unpleasant. But his attention is caught by the memory that isn't his own, the sight of a demon not unlike but different to the ones in his world.
He forces his gaze from it, a memory he has no rights peeping on.]
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[So it's not precisely shyness... a concern for others, most likely. He's encountered the Fiends, fought them from Matador to the Riders, knows well that (even to him) the pressure they gave off was unpleasant. But his attention is caught by the memory that isn't his own, the sight of a demon not unlike but different to the ones in his world.
He forces his gaze from it, a memory he has no rights peeping on.]
Too bad this isn't a better second meeting, huh.