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"Ah...poor Socrates..." Shen hmms thoughtfuly as he drapes an arm over Flaim's shoulder. Vaguely surprised at his own gesture, which has more intent to comfort in it than he would normaly have caught himself expressing. Pehaps it's a sort of sympathy for the pain of sudden memories, the reminder that not all of the past is something that many -want- to remember. "The past...can cut like a knife."

"The mind is fragile and strong at the same time, like an egg shell. It protects its self as best it can." Could this be the answer to the demon's own amnesia? Trauma? Not impossible, even considering how comparatively young he seemed. But then it was often the youngest that were the cruelist. He remembered watching children in a school yard pay, The absoloute savagery of the burgeoning teen mind. You could almost feel the acid eating into the stomach lining of some poor child selected to be 'uncool' by their peers. The torture an meer CHILD was capable of, even as young as ten, no...younger...was so exquisite that if it could be shaped into a blade, it would be the most agonizing of torture weapons. More searing than fire, more shattering than the rack. "We are capable of...so much harm."

"I suppose..." That I must have been.... "That we all have once upon a time, some more drasticly than others. But without something to contrast it, how would we ever truly understand what it meant to be content, and at peace?" He stretches languidly. "Besides...I like to -watch- people. It's hard not to see what we are capable of if you watch long enough. The good and the bad. The desperate throws of society trying to definine it's own sense of right and wrong with the blind groping of an untutored child..." He sits up, raking his fingernails through his hair. "Bandaid. Anticeptic. Then take the bandaid off at night so it can breathe."
He stands up as he anounces this entire non sequiteur from philosophy to first aid. tossing his head to arrange his long white hair.

"Isn't everything?" He yawned, adjusting his hair and clothing into it's 'casual ruin'. "We have no light without dark, there is no 'full' without 'empty'....Everything is defined by what it is not. Something without it's oposite is not that thing, it's..." He gestures with one hand, the other pulling his hair back into the beginings of a ponytail or braid. "Stagnation...."

"Monster." Shen responds simply, braiding his hand, then pinning it to it's self with the pins. "You can be a man, or you can be a monster, but you can't be both. But monster is not...of course, as simple as appearance. Monster is a state of being. Like enlightenment."

"Thats the problem with Monsters isn't it? The worst of them always seem like the ones we dream about, but the really dangerous ones are the ones on the front step, crooning softly to be let in." He drapes his arms around Flaim's waist and leans his chin on the demons shoulder. "Although if these monsters of yours prove more than phantasmal...seek me at once. I presume you have a celluar phone?"

"Good....I'll program my number into it before I go." He strokes Flaim's cheek gently with his nails, eyes distant and fainly cold, though in their coal black depths it's almost possible to see distant flame.

Shen laughs, nuzzling Flaim's cheek. "I would be obliged if you did but I will leave that in your hands. You..." He says quietly. "Must find what makes you feel strong though...Not that I don't find it...deeply flattering that you want me around..."