[He took a moment, focusing on Sieglinde. Unfortunately, it didn't take any effort to understand how Sieglinde felt. Her mind was her own and that obstinate disposition that was thrown at him earlier had vanished. She was a girl, used by a creature with no regard for her or anyone else. It was the demon's doing.]

Missy.

There are tyrant kings, you know. Ones with a whole lot less care than even demons--ones who like making their subjects dance with their power.

[She wouldn't fret if she hurt Ban, alone. No one would care a bit about cutting him, whether or not he was immortal.

So--]

It might feel like it was your fault, but it wasn't. [His hand rose, falling to place itself on Sieglinde's head. He wasn't one for encouraging words, but he figured that 'strength' was something most children wanted, in order to feel secure. When one ran out of adults to help them, a child was left with a want for security.

It was definitely how he felt as a child, very early on.]

When you become a strong enough sorceress, demons won't chance screwing with you.