[His mind finds the differences in their signatures and appearances, pulling back from fear. His voice is still soft.]

I saw something-no, someone-there. That person...

[Before he can finish, he realizes with or without the scythe Sebastian could have killed him. If he had told him enough about home...and the demon had thought force was the only way.

In his exhausted, pain laden brain, this strikes him as funny, in a twisted way. And he laughs, quiet, resigned laughter that hurts his chest.]

...Sorry...

[He composes himself, then goes on.]

That person has the power to kill us, and they're ignorant of it.