Mori yelped at the sudden impact, then watched the Devil walk up, breathing heavily and slowly letting the adrenaline ebb from their veins. They let off a breathy, relieved chuckle. "Well, uh, it would seem what's up would be me. And thank goodness, it's you! Thank you so very much. Um, may I ask one more favor?"

He sealed the blade back in the cane and holstered the small firearm, still unloaded. He looked rather ashamed as he spoke. "Could you, please, help me down from here? I- I can get home, I assure you, it's just the landing..."

It was an obvious lie. There was no getting all the way to Spite on that gored up leg and lacerated side. Mori seemed to have convinced himself of it, however.