[Onni glances up at Brook when he gives him that dubious look and says it's pretty different. He supposes it is. There's no active killing in what Onni does, except when there is, though that killing is of corrupt things that are suffering anyhow, not simply sinners. He wonders, for a moment, what constitutes a sinner where Brook is from, according to his god. That concept isn't such a big thing where Onni is from, sinning.

He can sense that Brook wants to say something else, but doesn't, and he can only imagine it's further argument. Instead he just keeps explaining, not belabouring that point they'd disagreed on, and Onni is content to let it go, especially since the stew is very nearly ready.]

So you're inhabiting a body that's also possessed by a demon?

[These concepts are only barely familiar to Onni, from reading about Christianity, a long dead religion where he's from, though he's aware that several religions also had demons. All he knows is from books, though, he's never met a living practitioner of any of those religions.

At least it means he hasn't got that innate bias against Satan that most people aware of Christianity have.

What he does understand is that Brook died more than a hundred years ago and is now a Reaper, killing bad people for Satan, that he has a demon trapped in his body with him, and he doesn't know how to manage his now-human body. More than anything, he sounds like someone who needs help. And Onni finds himself still willing to give that help, regardless of the weird type of person Brook is, regardless of his macabre job.]

I suppose all of that makes sense. I think I understand it.

[With that, he pulls a pair of bowls out of his pack and scoops some of the stew into the two of them, crossing over to where Brook is sitting and sitting down beside him, holding the bowl out to him.]

Here. Eat this. Slowly.