[Sometimes it's hard to tell what fear is and isn't his own. He's had his heart race over things that had nothing to do with him, adrenaline blazing bright, countless times. He's cried for others, brought his eyeliner to running without full experience to back it all. It took him time with the indigos to work it out, but this, he feels, is him.

And if it works, it'll be worth it.]

Suppose I assisted upon this endeavor. [He swallows.]

I could reach into the mind of the possessed. I could use my voodoo to force it out. If these mother fuckin unfortunates are already lost of mind, with no means out but death, perhaps here presents due reason to test the limits of fear. Perhaps the demon will have a mind of its own and, if it fears, I shall hold reign over it.