The way he describes his town fills her with a profound sadness for the man who sits before her. How was he able to fit into such a society? Was he an outlier even before communed with Great Ones? That sadness mixes with disappointment when he talks about being impartial to the suffering of others. She doesn't know what a beast plague is, but even without the threat of disease and madness, Yharnam sounds like a horrible place.

"I don't think I'd last an hour in your world," she confesses. "But here, I think I've managed okay, following my own philosophy."

She glances over at his piles of books. It reminds her of her own research she needs to do, and now is as good a time as any to end the conversation.

"I need to go. Thank you for showing me your, um... blessings." She stands up and Bucky stretches his wings, eager to follow. "Hopefully we'll get another chance to talk soon." If anything to make sure he is minding his manners around his demon benefactor.