[ Curiosity flashes in Petre's eyes at the passing of information between them. He straightens his back, regarding Sam in a manner that's... a bit like an animal, really. An animal seeing something unfamiliar.
He doesn't know what that would be like. If his father or mother were good people, bad people, losers. They died the same day Petre did, and the boy's memories of his parents with them. Now there's just the demon. ]
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He doesn't know what that would be like. If his father or mother were good people, bad people, losers. They died the same day Petre did, and the boy's memories of his parents with them. Now there's just the demon. ]
What, you're scared?