[His fingertips press and rub against his close eyes as the papers rustle under his under hand, page turning. Blinking, he looked again.]
...Just demons, it appears. [He offered no more explanation than that. Only the impression that it, at least, was some sort of relief. Somehow.] And yes. [His first smile, the edge of humor tugging at one side of his moth.] Painfully obvious, I'm sure, but desperate times.
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...Just demons, it appears. [He offered no more explanation than that. Only the impression that it, at least, was some sort of relief. Somehow.] And yes. [His first smile, the edge of humor tugging at one side of his moth.] Painfully obvious, I'm sure, but desperate times.