I took a deep breath and leaned against the door. I could feel the cold wind pushing against the other side. "I hate to see you like this," I said. For a number of reasons, both to do with the man in front of me, and an old woman I'd run away from. "I'm your friend, and I want to help." Before he cut me off, I cut in, "Even if I can't, I think I deserve to know --" I stopped. I took another deep breath. "At least tell me about the demon that's in your hand right now."