Ah, she was wrong, but he wasn't explaining as well as he ought. It was heavier, somehow, and along the way he would have to shift if he wanted to regulate--change his mind to speak his soul. Because this was nothing personal in the end. It required no thought or consideration--only something to be done. A mission all the same. So in that, it remained....

Simple.

He laughed, once, and some of the tension slipped from his form. "Nothing so intimate as that. The good doctor just wants a few people to stir up a fuss to make the populace mill about frightened. The payment is as I've said. Something necessary." Something altogether needed. His eyes cast about the hall, looking over the occupants. "So would you like to join me? Yomi."