Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170801142502

"No, Memphis. I can't save you.  There is no magic cure, no special treatment that will help you.  The only thing that can save you, is you."

His voice isn't angry, or vengeful. It's sympathetic. He stands firm in his conviction, and strong in his belief in himself and those he loves, but he knows the guilt that weighs the Demon down.

He gestures. "Look around you, Memphis. It hasn't made you any happier.  There had to have been a time when you didn't need all of this.  Why do you think you need it now?"

He lowers his arm, and looks to Harmon. "And why keep him? What has he done to deserve what you've done to him?"