“Sounds like a worthy cause if there ever was one, at least,” Leon says, nodding, though his brows are still furrowed slightly in concern and in thought. “Gotta admit, I was a little worried that the price of ‘another shot at life’ was gonna be something a lot more sinister.”

Not that what Cerrit has told him really rules out the possibility, but for now he’s happy to take the order to go help people and not second-guess it too hard. The lady with the gray hair didn’t exactly give him Faustian devil vibes or anything, so it’s probably fine. His judgment when it comes to the morality of strange women never leads him astray.