"...who sent your only-begotten Son into the world to crush that roaring lion; hasten to our call for help — "
Out of breath, he crumples in kind, knees creaking as he thuds down in front of her and grabs for her shoulders. "You ain't dumb, you ain't stupid. You were right." He laughs, horrible, then grimaces: "There wasn't a demon in that kid, not by the time you poked your bloody head through that window. This — I didn't tell you because I was scared of this — "
No. He can't go down that route, or he'll end up pleading with the thing in her head instead of compelling it to leave. He breathes in shaky, the edge of a sob, and steels himself with bared teeth gritted. "The medal 'round your neck. Holy symbol. It's burning you cos the demon can't stand it. Joan. You believe in God?"
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Out of breath, he crumples in kind, knees creaking as he thuds down in front of her and grabs for her shoulders. "You ain't dumb, you ain't stupid. You were right." He laughs, horrible, then grimaces: "There wasn't a demon in that kid, not by the time you poked your bloody head through that window. This — I didn't tell you because I was scared of this — "
No. He can't go down that route, or he'll end up pleading with the thing in her head instead of compelling it to leave. He breathes in shaky, the edge of a sob, and steels himself with bared teeth gritted. "The medal 'round your neck. Holy symbol. It's burning you cos the demon can't stand it. Joan. You believe in God?"