While Russell was talking with Strangulation, the Inferior just stood behind him, silent, like a thin shadow.
The Inferior's black trench coat, draped over his body, provided a stark contrast to his pale skin.
The now completely silent Inferior was vastly different from his previously irritable and indifferent temperament.
If before he seemed like "a slightly immature Camarcel," now he resembled an empty and frail specter.
He looked like the sort of man who might appear in a dilapidated, haunted opera house, standing alone in the middle of the stage, commanding the empty backdrop, like someone straddling the line between ghosts and humans.
Although he had the technology from Doctor Paradise that could read neural waves directly for communication, the Inferior was quite distrustful of such consciousness-interacting tech.
He wouldn't put on that thing unless it was necessary.