Aaron just shrugged at the comment that it was interesting to know. He didn't really know what to say to it. It didn't matter much either way if Xander was a clone or not - he was as much a person as anyone else. He couldn't stop himself from giving a chuckle at the commented about unwanted opinions, and that convinced him to fish the cigarettes out of his pocket, sticking one in his mouth, and lighting it with a small golden flame from the tip of his finger. He took a drag and held it as he seemed to savor the taste of it, then exhaled to the side so he wasn't blowing the smoke in Xander's face. He had some consideration.
"You're not wrong about the unwanted opinions. Eventually they'll either get better, or, well..." He raised an eyebrow and made a vague motion with his hand holding the cigarette, hoping the implication was clear enough. There was a moment where the corner of his mouth turned up into a small smirk as he realized that humanity may not even need the forces of Hell to bring man to its knees, but the thought passed quickly.
"Maybe not what you imagined, but a clean slate where the only thing strange about you is your wings." He motioned vaguely to Xander's wings as he said it. "But considering I passed a guy with a fireball for a head on the way here, and there's that giant godforsaken spider..." He laughed a little. "I think we're some of the more normal ones of the bunch."
Aaron pulled what looked like an ice cream dish out of his pocket and tapped the ashes off the cigarette into it, his tone becoming more playful. "So... What's your first act as your own man, then?"
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"You're not wrong about the unwanted opinions. Eventually they'll either get better, or, well..." He raised an eyebrow and made a vague motion with his hand holding the cigarette, hoping the implication was clear enough. There was a moment where the corner of his mouth turned up into a small smirk as he realized that humanity may not even need the forces of Hell to bring man to its knees, but the thought passed quickly.
"Maybe not what you imagined, but a clean slate where the only thing strange about you is your wings." He motioned vaguely to Xander's wings as he said it. "But considering I passed a guy with a fireball for a head on the way here, and there's that giant godforsaken spider..." He laughed a little. "I think we're some of the more normal ones of the bunch."
Aaron pulled what looked like an ice cream dish out of his pocket and tapped the ashes off the cigarette into it, his tone becoming more playful. "So... What's your first act as your own man, then?"