The question didn’t phase Mary and she answered with little consideration. “I’ve spent my life hunting monsters. My humanity is about the only thing that sets me apart from them.” She didn’t know if he could still understand what a powerful asset it was to have a human will to live and fight. Or maybe his reply had been intentionally barbed to hide his true feelings. “I’ve heard some of your kind actually miss your human side.”

_{“my kind?” he couldn’t help, but scoff at that. “i don’t consider myself a demon.” on most days at least. “nor do i consider myself human – you think your pesky humanity is what sets you apart?” oh, he was getting angry now; his hands even balled into fists to show it. “your kind and yourself are made of mud. sure, you might be flesh an’ blood now, but trust me… i never had a human side to miss.”}