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Donovan's brow raised slightly at Isidore's outright avoidance of the question. He'd honestly half expected the man to refuse outright. Augusta's more vocal refusal however, was just as he'd thought it would be. The man sighed as he shook his head. He knew that there was little chance to convince the others of dealing with the seed to begin with, but he'd pointlessly hoped that they wouldn't be that hasty to take up rearing a demon factory. Even if the reasoning Augusta argued at first glance was certainly reasonable, her earlier outburst in the prison led him to believe there was more to it than that. As much as he wanted to pretend he didn't notice, he couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive.

[color=lightgreen]"Well lass--"[/color] Don spoke, clearing his throat, [color=lightgreen]"Aye never said that purifyin' tha seed would destroy et. Hell, may even change intah somethin new fer all we know... Besides, don't yer gift tell ya everythin bout stuff when ya use it?"[/color] he then turned, gesturing in the from whence they first came, [color=lightgreen]"An' if yer worried bout' momma demon comin back fer vengence; assumin it ain't alreadeh dead... Alls weh gotta do is destroy th' path weh took tah get here."[/color]

Donovan gazed at the ascending sun with squinted eyes, shaking his head once more as he took hold of his armaments. 

[color=lightgreen]"But..."[/color]

He turned toward the others slowly, fixing a stern gaze on the small group of near-strangers.

[color=lightgreen]"I ain't gonna waste breath arguin' with you lot. Aye got work tah do-- and little time tah do et... Stay safe, the lot o yah. An' whatever yah do, don't trust th' damn demons."[/color]

With that, he began his trudge northward.