That is a truth, in some sense of it. [He closes his eyes.] All the fear that is felt by those around me, I feel. All the daymares dreamt by those in presence me, I see. I know what everyone mother fuckin fears. It is all there as if it were mine. With the holy fear, I can understand, I can speak, I can guide. If there is fear upon it, I can make it mine.

[He shudders then shakes his head. He breathes in real deep, and exhales. A self-soothing act.]

This gift is a form of psionics, born into all of the indigo, the blood of the family. Kept safe within this nug, it is always a part of mine own. For me, it is the same as seeing and breathing, I need only focus, and practice to improve.

I haven't awareness if it will work upon the demons, but should I find the ability, it is possible I can make them fear keeping within the host. All it shall mean is a grand skull-bound ache and a lot of daymares for me, but I already got a lot of those. [He smiles, looking tired even despite the paint.]