Daemon took in the comment without any change in his expression.
"But some people are more afraid of me being calm."
"Is that so?"
Ryan's response was non-committal, but his slowed movements and faded smile showed his inner feelings. After letting a breeze pass, he spoke again in a lower voice than before:
"You should have been clear enough. Why would they not leave you alone?"
"...Only a dead liability is a good liability. Me being alive is wrong."
Unlike the indifferent Daemon, Ryan clenched his hands over the work tool he was manning his stall with, before relaxing, and speaking as he turned over the meat:
"Then, will they become restless?"
Daemon lowered his gaze to his hands, then turned to look toward the smiling Evelyn.
"I hope not. I really hope not."
It was not hope out of fear. It was hope because should what was being feared come to happen, it would call a storm, one that would only be fiercer.