[ Sebastian's name goes without comment, yet Yuri can't entirely smother recognition there either. Yet it's something secondhand, owed to his association with a certain warrior. He remembers well the torture that Hayame had cautiously described, the eye she never wanted and kept concealed for fear of how it might be wielded against them.

Yuri's not so foolish as to pursue a demon alone, knowing nothing of what he may be capable of beyond charm and apparently ocular surgery. ]

It doesn't matter all that much what we plan unless it gets results, right?

[ The jeering doesn't concern him, for all that these maneuvers assuredly began well before his time. All he can do now is play the hand that he's been dealt and leverage his experience as best he can. Perhaps it will be enough. Perhaps he'll join the growing contingent of those who have died at least once. Only time will tell. ]

But I never do play if there isn't any hope of winning.

[ It's neither naivete nor bravado, but a simple assertion of personal policy. The words carry with them a certain resolve, if not a measure of dramatic flair. Yuri holds no illusions that the path head will be easy, nor that they will better their standing swiftly, but nothing will change if he doesn't act. ]