Margareta shook her head defiently, he was wrong, he was so wrong, the demon was NOT her, she hadn't given in, hadn't made the deal. Her soul, filled of sin as it was, was still her own. Why would anyone believe that she could be the same as this...Ruby.
Walking around in a body not her own, all blackness and evil. All demons were.
"I'm not her. I'm not Ruby. And I don't understand how you can believe she's not lying. Humanity...I didn't think I had much of it left for a demon me to remember, does she talk about it? The things we did, the things I let that...that demon, talk me into. No...I can't believe there's a demon out there, any demon that can be considered good, least of all one that came from me. Why do you trust her?"
She sat down, more for something to do than anything else. She sat far enough away from him to feel safe.
"Ask me then." she insisted, She would try to make him see sense, "Ask me about the things that make you curious."