Doce thought about it carefully Rin<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>the son of Satan, but as far as she could remember, he'd never<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>been on Hell's side. That begged the question: what were his reasons for fighting on the Overseer's side? Was it even of his own free will? And who was in control of Rin's body: Rin, or the "other" inside of him? "Try it," she said. "It would be good to have him on our side. Keep in mind, though, he grew up thinking he was human. Finding out he was the spawn of Satan trashed his life. I don't think he's ever been very fond of Hell, that's why he's usually a good guy."<br/><br/>Doce drew the cards she'd been using back into Frahlah's body. She clasped his hand on his other wrist and pulled both arms above her head in a stretch. She was fighting her lazy instinct to lie on the floor and take a nap. Something in her brain was miss-wired, so she would perceive hunger as sleepiness. It had been a while since she last ate, so she was probably hungry. As soon as the loose ends here were tied up, she'd have to see about taking care of her new body's basic needs. Food... rest... learning how to pee standing up... Oh jeez. She still had some adjusting to do.