Demons

Hudie "Ye. Don't tell me you didn't know?" It's just a metropolitan legend, like that red wine makes blood.
"I don't, though, so they better stay away from me, especially if they want to make noise." He is scared of dogs, yes.
"You were probably lucky to never have one. They aren't such a big deal, only a hassle for the most. They don't make you feel better, they only give commitments to you."
He snorts. "I don't need to forget. I like to focus on what gives me bad feelings, so that I can get angry at the responsible ones and act accordingly." That's one way of positive thinking (?)
"I will for sure. You can probably pretend or invent some lie to trigger their mercy. Assuming I'll manage to avoid BangSul till the day their beloved ones will be found, it's not a certainty. They think he is the chill one, seriously." He lets out a snicker.

Privateer "I didn't know but I'm sure blood hit my face, it didn't make it any better." He keeps rubbing his cheeks.
"I remember our good guard dogs at home." Well, he lived so close to them they were like a pack. "They were not big barkers." They were also the only ones who would approach him and be able to touch him.
"I see. Old wise men don't know a thing when they say friends and family are everything. In one family, maybe one is slightly decent, one. I have...40 relatives or so, only one cares about me.
Wait, I don't get it. Why focus only on bad feelings? If you have good ones...I mean, even a decent one is better." He thinks about his own positive memories and gets sad how little they are.
"Hm. I'm starting to think I am on the wrong side. I mean... they'd more likely have mercy than kill, it is obvious they are the good ones." He wouldn't talk so much about that delicate matter if not drunk.
"He is not chill? You are chill, more than I thought."

Hudie "Then it had to be some really lame blood. Unealthy?"
He snorts. "Where I come from, dogs were for only two purposes: hunting and feeding the poor." Mostly Belgian shepherds.
"The people who say that only do so in hope to be on their relatives shoulders for long enough."
He shrugs. "Because if I am full of hate, I will be crueler towards those who caused it, what else!"
He waves his hand off. "Then go to them. Get another 40 people.who don't care about you, not even pretending, in your life."
He shakes his head. "He has almost dismembered me with his claws when we met again."

Privateer "Molla. I can't remember the face of the person..." Oh he actually remembers every single one and for most, he feels dreadful.
"They don't have same purpose here? They are also good guard animals and have tons of other uses. What am I talking about though, you don't care..." He stretches a little while being lied down. "There is no chance?" He suddenly asks, stunned and looking quite sleepy.
"Well, whatever is their reason, they have no points.
Towards those...more than legit. I won't question it, all good.
I wasn't talking about my family but the knights. You make them sound like the typical good people, merciful...
Ow." He makes a disgusted expression at the thought. "Not chill. He has this demon's same style."

Hudie "Who cares anyway. It's just random talking." He is less sensitive than he might look, about his appearance.
"They also keep dogs in their homes, like in the present Korea. They even treat those animals like they were their own children or something." They don't even want them as often as it used to!!
"I was talking about the Knights. Molla why you think that just because they self-proclaim as the good ones, they'd care for you. Or maybe they would, I'm not sure how they work. You would probably have to act like their little puppy, do all they want the way they like."