I believe most impressions towards me are negative so -- [ His hands open as he's doing a universal gesture for "what." He can't imagine someone actually feeling sympathy for him. ] -- Yes. And yes. I thought you already understood this about me.

[ He wiggles his fingers every so often as he grabs a new chip or going to get some more dip for himself. ] Valtiel. [ He corrects, surprisingly without that much annoyance in his voice. ] He crawls along the dark and through the walls. His shape is not something the eyes can perceive and body trembles through reality. [ Flicking his wrist, he digs some more chips and grumbles, but doesn't comment further. Saying why the realm of God is so cluttered would make him sound insane. ]

Yes, well, people will find any reason to hate someone. [ He pauses to take a drink as he wonders if anyone hates him. He doesn't think that he's worth it, and so he doubts that anyone does actually hate him. ] Save for me since it's hardly worth anyone's time to hate me.