Haunted Wood I used to be somebody.

The boy's youth was evident by his stupid questions, which earned a flick of an ear and a resounding silence. He didn't feel it was his purpose to educate someone on the seasons; especially when they were one of his captors, as he'd sooner tear the child's head clear off his body than give any assistance. So far he had been questioned - and bludgeoned! - by Black Hat, lightly interrogated by Hela, and now what, he was being quizzed by a mindless boy?

Ask your bitch mother. Revui casually suggested, lacking any inflection in his voice which might've been gauged as an insult, although the words themselves might've been sharp enough on their own. He didn't even look to the boy now, and was busying himself with grooming his forelimbs.