'Demons from the darkness'? Really? How...sad. Refugees from his side would pass over to this side, he knew, but...were they really treated as demons? That was awful. They were just people, people who were scared and usually hurt. The thought that the Light would call them demons was infuriating.<br/><br/>He didn't look scared in the least. "I have some clothing, but it's all dirty, like this." He looked at himself. "As for food...It doesn't matter." A shy smile. "I don't want to impose. Whatever you were going to have is fine."