"Ah, you can see that too, huh? Shouldn't be surprised... not like they're normal cigarettes." *He tucks his hands in his pockets.* "... Feels weird... I... think I should get out of here myself."
"It should, but your soul is already in pretty bad shape from those smokes, so you might be on borrowed time anyway."
"Yeah, honestly, what's gonna faze me these days...? I've been dead one day, only to wake up the next. My smoke changes colors, my tongue even. I apparently participate in random rap battles." *He laughs lightly.*
"And now an angel purified you of the demon smoke."
*He cautiously stands back up.* "Oh. Uh... thanks." *He narrows his eyes, stomping on the 'remains' of the cigarette.* "... I... appreciate it..." *He dips his hat.* "But you... should probably get out of here then, right?"
"So no reaction to what I am, guess that makes sense if you deal with demons."
*He grips his chest, but is surprised it doesn't hurt when he breathes in.* "How did you..." *The cigarette crumbles to dust on the ground. Though no longer clinging to his soul, it'd still appear damaged.*
*Nova bites her finger and a drop of golden blood thrumming with angelic magic spills out* "Buddy, I think I can." *with a gesture the golden aura from inside her envelops Garcello, though in the process her halo manifests and she has to spread her wings as the light tries to purify him of the poison* (Up to you if it did anything, and even if it did, it could be reset next revival)
"At least I ended up changing my mind. Kinda have gotten protective. Not that I've seen em in forever. Probably good that I don't." *Yes the writer's classic excuse.*
"Considering I don't know who 'those two' even are, I'm not thinking of bothering them."
"Course." *Scratches head.* "They couldn't talk 'cept through music so... I'm not gonna go throwing fists around blindly. It made sense with them, alright?"