"Have to write down something from my life, something awful. It's not at all fun. It's not comfortable. And, I don't want to do it. It's not a happy thing, and I want to hide. But, I can't hide because the demon is holding our deal over a lot of books that could be helpful, or just tell us all what we knew already. Which would make our efforts sort of pointless." Fred sighed, shrugging.
"The people who went with me were just...they didn't seem willing to fight. So, whatever it is, it seems pretty strong or they would have fought it, right?" The brainy Texan was used to the fighters, and Zatanna and John seemed like the fighting sort.