You think that fucking matters? I dont care how you look, you're not a damn child. You don't need a weapon.

[The guy who killed him last time had nothing but a yardstick and motivation. Simply being unarmed wasn't a comfort.

Instead, he latches onto the contrast between appearance and voice. A spirit would make the most sense, but he'd been told magic didn't work in this place. So he assumes, accuses, if only to get an answer.]

Who the hell summoned you?