[ He's from after World War One, but before the second; humanity is both the best and worst of itself. Yet he clings to it, believes in the best of humanity, because in his eyes that's what shines brightest. For darkness to exist, there has to be sufficient light, and the light is always brighter to cast shadows as deep as some demons he knows.

Humanity is worth fighting for, and believing in.

Murasame lifts his head, turning it further in an exaggeratedly birdlike way. ]

Demons are humans. Humans are demons.

[ Sounds more cryptic when stated by a bird, but he settles into preening himself right after, dropping the topic just like that. ]

... Ignore him. [ Shino says, placing a hand on Murasame's head, meriting a grumpy noise of of the crow. ] Demons come in all shapes and sized and kinds where I'm from; this is just one possibility.

[ For Murasame, one of many. ]

Mostly human? What gives your demon friends here away?