York coughed twice and retorted, "I also have a lot of questions. First, who are you?"
Bologue approached York and met his scarlet eyes, "Although I have no faith, I respect devout people, and I do not wish to use overly violent methods on you."
York recognized the situation in just a few seconds. Since that night, he had become less stubborn. This might be seen as adaptability or as a form of corruption.
He shook his head, speaking sincerely, "Those people just now, I don't know who they are. All I know is they intend to harm the people of this town, so I intervened. As for the power I possess..."
York breathed heavily, as the injury to his lungs had not fully healed; his voice was extremely hoarse.
"More importantly, who are you?" York continued, "I can't determine whether you are like them, also a bunch of evil people."
