[A Brisk Afternoon Jog - Day 2]

"I claim no special immunity from our Lord's wrath, else I would not be here at all, correct? I feel sane enough, though."

At this particular point, she gives a troubled little "hm". She had opened her mouth to respond, but closes it again with a frown.
A thought of some sort seems to work its way through her expressions before she speaks again.
"Mister G'nichi, have you considered that maybe during the day, we are all who we say we are? And the demon simply manifests itself during the night, like an accursed sleep walking?"