Dimitri had never<i>felt </i>this pathetic in his life. It was embarrassing. He wasn't being a whiny little bitch just because he was weakened. It was mostly due to the fact that he could feel all the pain, and it brought back distant memories, snippets of a life he couldn't fully remember. Not beyond the vague notes he'd left in his journal. They could only do so much. Those memories invaded his dreams, dragging him deep into the REM sleep he normally was induced in when he died. Hidalgo had never woken him up during those times, as his room was utterly secure against intruders, and no upper house was really all that interested in him, not enough to make his life hell. Kane was the first, though in that aspect he supposed he was lucky.<br/><br/>He didn't even stir when Kane placed him on the cot, leaving the taller, more powerful demon to arrange his limbs however he wanted. His hand had gone lax, so it was extremely easy for Kane to remove the pendant from around his neck. As soon as he did, the tails and ears were gone, leaving a scarred human appearance behind. In this state he was practically a human, anyway. When Kane held the pendant up to the light, he would see something curled up. The closer Kane looked at it, the more he would be able to discern the form of a fox, the spirit of Jasaiah's true self. Dimitraeus stirred a little, sensing something was off, but he didn't wake enough to really notice any change, not yet...perhaps not for awhile as he healed.