Amora sat down at the edge of the cot, trying to absorb all this information. "I don't understand..." she muttered quietly, looking at her knees under the lacy material of the dress. "Why are you helping me? I know you're not like other demons... but what do you gain from all of this? I'm not even sure if my village is still there; it could have been destroyed, like you said. And I can't kill anyone, even if it's Screwtape..." she let out a sigh, curling up on the cot tiredly. "I just... don't know..."