As Gun God broods, there's something of a hubbub going on behind him. An imposingly tall and dark shape muscles their way through crowd, towards the Last Human. Covered in wiry bristles, crowned with two black horns, fingers tipped with wicked claws, and four tusks jutting from their jaws, this person cuts the figure of a Demon A-Ray, but there's an uncharacteristic gentleness to the way they navigate the scene for such an aggressive Species. Adversity makes for strange bedfellows, though, and there are few things more adverse than the Ultimates.

Once they are within earshot, the Demon calls out. "Are you the one they call Gun God?"

"Yes," he says, pushing himself off the side of the building so he's mostly sitting upright. He gives the impression of someone who would take to drink, if any and all alcohol in the vicinity wasn't poisonous to him specifically. 

He also doesn't seem particularly phased by the Demon's appearance; he mostly seems worried that it's going to ask him to do something on his day off. 

He's also physically smaller than one might expect from his reputation. This is compounded by the Demon's height, but he's also been clearly stunted by the ravages of his environment. 

The Black Barrel is nowhere to be seen. 

The Demon continues to approach the Last Human until they're maybe a bit too close, given their physical bulk, but if they've noticed Godo's relatively smallness they pay it no heed, seemingly enraptured by his mere presence.

"Then you are the one who slew the Tree of Wings?" The Demon briefly looks towards the enormous tree-like structure which defines the landscape of the city, before turning back to him. "Can I ask how? None of the researchers have ever told more than a sentence of story for it and I am very curious."

"I shot it," Godo says, the ease with which he answers the question belaying surprise that anyone's noticed him at all. 

He's never seen this particular demon before, in civilian or military contexts. 

"I shot it and it fell," he then clarifies, as though that helps. "Not my strength, though. It's all due to the Black Barrel." 

He doesn't have the iconic weapon on him, instead a basic rifle leans on the nearby wall, but the demon's likely heard of it all the same. 

"It is not some kind of Knight Arm then?" they ask, their tone a mix of surprise and curiosity. "How did you come to have it, if it is not part of you?"

"Found it in a field," he says, which isn't strictly wrong. "I can't process Grain at all, so no chance of growing a Knight Arm. Are you new? I haven't seen you around any of the installations before." He seems distracted. 

There's no way the demon to know that at home there's the ghost of a fish-tree-angel, but that's what's on his mind. Not just that, but all of this; the Land of Steel, and what exactly it is he's fighting to defend, if not just his own continued existence. 

"Not all Liners can develop Knight Arms either, I had thought.... No matter. Yes, I was only released into the city proper recently, in preparation for some upcoming field testing. I haven't been told any more than that, unfortunately."

"Field testing?" This seems to sort of break his apathy. "What do they want you to fight?"

There's only one enemy, anymore, other than maybe the earth itself, and that can't really be fought.