[color=92278f][h3]Grey Onyx[/h3][/color]
Grey was silent, his brow furrowed deep in thought as he took in the demon's words. He suppressed a smile at the irony, the fact that he was seeking advice from a demon of all things. The Grey from a few years ago might've tried to attack Rathel... or vomit, who knows. He... He was right. He was being ridiculous, the things he had done were only positive. He was here complaining about powerful gifts others lacked. He still feared the unknown, but... he would focus on what he could do with this power, rather than sitting around being afraid of it. 

[b][color=92278f]"I... Yes. You're right."[/color][/b] He finally said, nodding. He looked up to the demon, finally. His expression still showed concern, but most of his old determination had returned. He... felt that Rathel's expression was somewhat disturbing, but he understood the intent. [color=92278f][b]"Thanks, friend... I need to figure this out, but I can't sit here tearing my hair out about it..."[/b][/color] He offered his hand.