"They told me a bunch of stupid bullshit a kid wouldn't believe." And then a kid showed up and fought him into submission, and then he ended up here, and everything's been an inexplicable parade of nonsense, and he's not about to start believing it now. Especially not from this freak.

(He refuses to let the word "demon" even pass his mind, as though doing so means it all goes to hell even worse than it already has.)

"'Help?' Yeah, I bet you'll help." Help him right into a bodybag. What's the armor hiding, anyway? Will it keep its shape when he explodes out from under that armor, pulsating flesh and unnatural limbs, claws raking, the stench of blood and acid and death-

"None of your goddamn business," he replies automatically at the request for his name. "Just stay over there and let me fucking think."