64.8 Hellfire

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the one red-haired man that just wouldn't seem to stop doubting my every move and motive. This Phillipe just wouldn't stop and think about what I was doing, didn't he...

"I'm a Nenner too, as you can see," I faintly tapped my finger onto a stray scrap of metal, my Seigel Wesen glowing a dull blue as it tried and failed to diffuse into the metal. "If you can't trust me, then why do you even want me to save you?"

"Don't think I don't know, Zahler."

My eyes widened. How the fvck was he supposed to know that? I haven't even done anything that might show that side of me. The worst would probably be the Feuermischung glowing in my hands while I walked through hell, but that shouldn't even tip anyone off when the damn place was glowing such a bright orange that it made it hard for even me to see through.