"ugh..." Samael grimaced as a piercing voice came from nowhere. Instantly he was suspicious. He couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, but he quickly realized the source. That watch on the perverted boy's arm. He didn't know who it was but he was instantly unhappy with them. Another person had to exist? Or at least, there had to be another sense datum coinciding with a previously extant category known as "person" that played itself across the stage of his mind? Why? What was with this stupid play of qualia that necessitated things which he could no control? And in such great numbers!
He just wanted a quiet void... an empty place where he could be one with his own consciousness. But that was a pipe dream. He knew that there was something else manipulating this qualia. Things were falling into to precise an order. Some may call that thing 'God' but Samael wasn't prepared to use the god card just yet. He was going to figure this out, even if he had to wade neck deep in this infernal see of sense, he stepped next to the boy... whose name he had already forgotten... and looked at the watch, "Oi! I think one of them is dead, but the other can here you fine." Xanu! thats what his name was... regardless. He didn't know if he was alive or not, but best not to get to persons hopes up. If this... Xanu... lived it would be a pleasant suprise... if not... well... that was her punishment for staking her emotions on something so frail and meaningless as another person. That... or maybe this girl didn't even exist. "Regardless, state your name and your intention."