[Black Hat watches as the bile flushes down the drain, reluctantly accepting that the back rub is helping. His wings sag a little as the tension in them drains away.

Demencia. She's turned traitor but it won't last - his claws are too tightly wound in her heart.]

She'll come crawling back. She can't stay away from me for too long; maybe she'll smack her head against something and lose all memory of what she's found out.

[This is just a fit, he tells himself. A temporary fit, like what plagues him now.]

People may not want to remember the events, but they will recall what they learned.

[They'd be fools not to. Hell, he's never going to hear the end of this from AM, is he. At least he can temper it by reminding the other demon of his outpouring of love.]

It doesn't matter. What's done is done; now I have to fix all this. [Bracing his hands to the seat, he unsteadily starts to lever himself up. Where to even start?] All that charity... find a place where the homeless gather and torch it, that's a start.

[He's muttering to himself now, beating back another wave of pain as he tries to stand.]