Duma heaved a sigh and ducked his head for a moment, before sitting up again. He rubbed his hands against his knees, thinking before signing, //No, I know. I guess I'm just afraid of what you all think of me. There are demons that follow my command, just as there are angels. It was bad enough being... exiled in the first place, you know?// Because he had been exiled. There was no better way to put it.