'But what can you do?'

"Survive" he thought aloud, not batting an eye at the mention of needing to slay humans. The other option was to just sit there and let the death-bullet come for you, and then hope it didn't miss. Such a bullet couldn't hit Calamity now, not when she was the only scent he knew of that could shrink the shadow of melancholy he had been living in at the railway. It was as if he saw a preview of that when she threw on a change of clothes. No more shining glitter and tender glow by stage lights, just another person whetted to machinery by the steel and steam of the city.

Jusuke's gaze easily turned away from her now, letting out a soft snort at her blaming the church for the isolation of demons.

"My village was small. No other demon lived there" he replied to excuse his own lack of vigilance towards demon-kind. "First time I saw another was a werewolf attacking the rail. His head's in the boss's office now; tracked and killed in less than a day. I don't die the same way" he grunted, pausing for a moment before adding with a sigh, "Suppose you don't either."