Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
"Don't worry," the demon said casually, the gray lighting shifting over his hollow cheeks as they moved through the marble halls, "worst is some scarring, it's not like I charred your bones."
He laughed. This laugh was different from the others he had in different bodies. Different intonation. Strangely, it was heartier. Came from deeper in his chest, skinny though it was. "Don't know why that would offend me." He looked around. "Libraries aren't really for me." He didn't want to rain on Atticus' parade, though, wandering in his wake.