<span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">Oh good! The scariest five minutes of his life were over. There was actually something genuine in the demon's smile as he fell behind Audrey, relieved that he had not only avoided death for a little longer but had successfully convinced the resistance to move out before this place was destroyed. Now all these people owed their lives to him and he would *definitely* be thinking up some way to capitalize on that once everyone was out of danger. Maybe they'd write songs about him, that seemed like a good start.<br/><br/>Following after Audrey, Isaan walked like a child, moving faster than Audrey and then having to stand still for a few seconds until she was far enough ahead of him that he could rapidly close the distance again, and repeat. As if his following after her wasn't already odd-looking enough, the fact that he kept narrowly avoiding bumping into Adam on the way just made the whole scene more ridiculous. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"Where are we going?"</span> His voice was enthusiastic, possibly a little too much. If he'd been one for more than occasional introspection, he'd see that he hadn't really imagined he would survive warning the rebels here what was coming. That he felt like a man given a stay of execution was obvious, but not to him. He imagined, and was partly correct, that this was all about how *good* he was now. A savior of mankind, new hero of the resistance. He was gonna be on the new dollar bills and everything!<br/><br/>Not bearing the silence for long, Isaan continued. <span style="color: #FFBF40">"Audrey's a nice name, I guess."</span> It wasn't his favorite name - his favorite name was 'Isaan' - but it was still very nice. Finally letting his smile fade back into the faintest curl of his lips, the demon turned his head this way and that, checking out the resistance neighborhood that was going to be gone soon. It was a shame, it was clear they had done really well here. Still, no one could hide forever. They'd find a new place, and hopefully be able to strike out at the demons with the element of surprise.<br/><br/>One of the people Isaan passed looked especially upset to see him - like even for rebels. He didn't recognize the man, but the marks branded into the man's neck told the demon that this soldier had been imprisoned by the demons at some point. Isaan felt an immediate, grudging respect for the man. Those the demons got hold of seldom managed to get away. Most ended up at least mentally broken, if not physically. Isaan had never been involved with the prisons or slave camps, but he knew that wouldn't matter to these people. Maybe it shouldn't have, after all he'd never done anything about it before now...<br/><br/>No time to worry about that! He had people to rescue.</span>