Sloth cried out as the knife drove into his shoulder, messing up his concentration. He really did not do pain well. "Okay okay! It was two demons, I'm really sorry! Oh my god, it's right in there, there's blood, I'm gonna be sick," he whined, staring at the blade and the blood. He preferred to die cleanly and painlessly on a drug high, if he was going to. "You already killed two of us! I don't know where Wrath or anyone is!"