"Yes, I am. So what?" Ash spoke almost lazily, as if even the confession carried no weight for him. He was done pretending. For what little he had ever wanted to hide, Ash knew there was no point anymore. The demons already knew about him because Zerak had escaped, and that alone had blown apart the fragile veil of secrecy he once tried to maintain.
The Saints were aware of his existence too, so what was the point in hiding? It's not like he was going to commit some heinous crime that required his identity to remain in the shadows. Although he knew things would become unnecessarily complicated if Ray started spreading this around, Ash's expression didn't waver.
But so what..?
Ash didn't care now. What would Ray do? Kill him? Would Ash die?
Been there. Done that.
