[If there was a reaction he was anticipating, the sudden sympathy wasn't it. It catches him, brings him to blinking. Then, just as sudden a quiet laugh slips from him and his palms press together.]

It is only a curse if one is unable to find beauty in the brightness, to find peace within an eternally resting being. [He plasters his proper smile back on and speaks less like he's reciting.] I feel everyone around me, alive, souls beaming beautiful, and I am never alone. I see all them secrets we keep aren't so bad as we think. With the knowing of their fears, I may keep them safe, or I can help them absolve it. I may taste the adrenaline of their joy once they do, just before their fear fades from reach. That ain't a curse, sister. That's a mother fuckin miracle. The day my eyes were opened to this truth was of the best I ever had. I wish for all to find their peace, including you, and all the people of sevenfold here.

The daymares, all the while, are soothed through prayer, a kickass moirail, a purrfect matesprit, and the use of the dankest of nip.

Thusly I say, sister; would you like to chase out the demons?