Once more, Matthias’ brows furrowed. He owed Sam a careful examination, an honest answer. Self-reflection like this wasn’t something the demon enjoyed. He much preferred being flighty and spontaneous, without depth or care. And yet…

He cared about Sam. Cared about his feelings and his well-being. Even missed him if they were parted for any significant amount of time (it’s been known to happen if Matthias chose to spend a few days or more with one of his playthings).

“You’re…” Mine felt like a non-answer.

“I, he began again, “want to keep you safe… from danger, from pain. I strive to be honest with you when it matters most.” That’s not something Matthias can say for most. He lies and twists as easily as he breathes. “You are simultaneously the light that leads me home and home itself.”

All uttered in slow, broken thoughts, as if spoken as they came to his head without any filter.