[Kazuo would stare at the feather, painfully aware of the risks of accepting it. However, he had decided that he needed power to achieve his goals, more so than anyone could ever have. He would slowly reach out to it, even being motivated by the voice deep inside of him.]
Curse, huh? Would it be dead-
[He is immediately interrupted by Shakespeare coming in, not taking it and also turning back to face him.]
What the-!?
You mean to tell me this has happened before as well!?
And- Hold o- What do you mean death god!? Did I miss something on my way here? I mean this thing looks all weird but I didn't expect a deity... it seemed to me more like a weak demon.
[He would shake his head, somewhat flustered at his sudden need to speak loudly.]
Anyways!
What is this thing, before I take it, I want to know everything about it!