[He tilts his head to look at Komaeda, propping himself up with his hands on the grass behind him, and gives a much easier grin than before. He's gonna hang out with Komaeda this morning, spending time with someone he likes, probably teach flying, and after that, who knows? Atem kind of wishes he'd brought snacks, to make this a picnic instead of a lesson, but he's not going to run back now, hell no. Maybe breakfast later? The world is full of possibilities.]

I like it. It's a really strong monster with a lot of useful abilities...I don't worry as much when I'm a demon. Anything that happens, I'll probably be able to handle...

[He trails off contentedly. As a demon, nothing feels so important or so urgent that he can't take a break, to do what he wants to do...

Atem tilts his face up toward the gray, dreary sky, only a little lighter than the Fog cloak rolling down his shoulders and disappearing in wisps over the grass.]

It feels like I can do whatever I want, and it'll work out. The only problem is the weakness...salt is even easier to find than silver!