"Oh, just a plain yellow cake, I don't trust myself with fancy baking," joked Mephisto, "If I wanted to set something on fire, I've got a hundred better ways of doing it than via burnt cake. I... was, yes. As much as a soul can be when he is constantly in checkmate with another part of himself. I was quite mad, then." Mephisto tilted his head with a furrow of his brow, "It's likely that I'm still mad. But at least I know that I'm the only one in my mind now." He bowed his head over the leather and needle.
"You will never have to endure loneliness, I feel," the demon mentioned offhandedly, "with how kind you are, your gallons of friends," he shook his head, "you'd have a harder time getting time alone, I feel."