Adell smirked at Terra's attempt to hold onto some form of pride, though the smile dropped when she questioned him. Such was the ways of the world. Despite living a life perhaps 20 times longer than the injured mercenary girl on the bed next to him, he could never hold himself in whenever people questioned his motives. Certainly, looking like a demon did bring some sort of cause for that. A few impure demons he met were quite cruel in disposition, but this sort of questioning struck a nerve in Adell's heart.

He stood up, his expression just as blank as his eyes.

"A 'thank you' would work very well. Just because the world has been gone to hell doesn't mean that you'll hate everyone and everything. It's ̨no̡t ͟évęr͝y fu͡ck̛ín̶g ͝d͡a̸y͏ ̵y̢o͞u҉ ̸h̨av̢e a͜ ͢ģu̡ardi͟an͢ ͠st̨o̕p̨pin̵g ͏you̧ ͡f͞róm̧ d͟yin҉g͝! Show some appreciation, Terra!" he lapsed into Demonic during the rant and never realised it.

Adell sighed and leaned back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts cleared up a bit, and he thought he understood her point of view a little bit more. "I look like a demon, I do know. No one trusts demons on first sight. But I was human once. And I did saw the world end," he said with the enthusiasm of a deflated balloon.