[Well... the cat is out of the bag as they say. He really should have been more careful, but if he's honest with himself he just didn't feel lying. Not anymore, not when it doesn't even seem necessary in this land, not when Heaven isn’t following his every move anymore. He’s lived all his life with extremely strict guidelines that he simply followed because he’d assumed they were for the best but now he’s finally broken those chains… isn’t time to let people he cares about actually get to know him?

All of him?]

I... [Once more, he stops himself, and once more he forces himself to keep going.] I am, actually.

[He reaches to play with his ring, a nervous tick that he’s yet to realize he has.]

A principality, actually, so I’m not- [A little chuckle.] I’m not highly ranked, but I was the guardian of the Eastern door, wielder of the flaming sword.