Even as his gaze sweep across the room, regarding each of its members frantically as though staring at them long enough would wake him up from this nightmare, the horrible reality that...that a demon of sorts was taking up residence in his body slowly crept in, and like the obstinate, malignant tumour that it was, it seems like its here to stay for good. And Jorn Wolff did not like that even one bit, his mind a whirling storm of activity as he slowly processed what he'd heard and seen so far. There had to be a way...a way to get this...this thing out of him...
[i]Make no mistake, mortal, I dislike this notion as much as you do, now, if you just...[/i]

The voice had barely begun inside his head before he gripped tightly onto his right hand's index finger and pulled, the muffled, yet audible snap a clear indication that he just broke his finger. Jorn inhaled sharply as he resisted the urge to cry out from the pain, his expression hidden in the shadow of his brown hood. He was unsure if his actions caught any attention, but he didn't care nor did he heed if they would assume his actions to be strange. After all, strangeness seemed to be the currency around this madhouse. He needed the voice to stop, he needed his clarity of thoughts, his mind the last bastion of fortitude against the tide of dementia that threatened to overwhelm him. But even as he blinked away with watering eyes, he noticed the youngest girl, Tiffany seemed to be in pain too as she held her head as if it would explode, her words quivering and laced with agony, her pain seemingly almost equal or even greater than his own. [quote=Tiffany]"S-she's not l-lying. I can... t-tell. We really do have d-d-demons in our heads. Can't you h-hear it? ...I-I'm so s-sorry. It just won't stop."[/quote]

For a moment there, seeing that frail girl sitting on the floor, tears welling in her eyes, Jorn forgot about his pain, his suffering, his anguish, and he thought to move towards and reach out to her, his brows furrowed in concern and sympathy. Here is another poor soul, suffering from similar or worse consequences as he. And such a young, tender age too, with little or no one to share the burden of this pain with. Jorn suddenly felt ashamed of his actions. So much for being the eldest and supposedly most matured. Here are people, much younger than him, showing the strength of will and courage to calmly accept and face their predicaments head on, yet all he would do was to question and mock, dodging his problems without once considering that these people might have similar or worse situations. What a fool he was! 
[i]Certe, a faatus is what you are, if you would deny the veritas of those wiser than you. Listen, take heed and you might just learn something...[/i]

The voice shook Jorn from his revere and he immediately stopped in his tracks, his hand slightly outstretched. He quickly pulled it back and made a fist, staring at it vehemently. He'd seen what his touch could do to other people, despite the medical bandages that were wrapped around his hands. He'd certainly wouldn't want the same thing to happen to the poor girl in front of him, immortality or otherwise. In fact, the inability to die would just compound the effects of his touch...imagine being so ill that it would kill you, but yet be unable to die. That would be a horrible form of torture indeed. Grimacing as the thought of the implications of his horrible touch came to him, he glanced at Evelyn as she spoke, as she calmly stated that the only other explanation other than demonic possession would be a shared delusion, which frankly, even Jorn found to be even more far-fetched than the current explanation. However, he ignored her inquiries whether they're okay. It's was plainly obvious they were not, and he'd rather not state the obvious.

The other guy, Conrad seemed to be taking things in his stride as well, voicing out a way to test each individual demon's abilities. Jorn respected that quick-thinking of his and he slightly nodded before regarding Tiffany as she rose to her feet to speak. His musings was interrupted when he saw Katherine writing from the corner of his eye and looked at Evelyn with more than simple curiosity as she was challenged by Katherine to a simple game of heads and tails. However, her reaction to being challenged was definitely unusual and her vigor and enthusiasm during and after winning the game made him all the more curious. Jorn opened his mouth to ask a question but quickly closed it and passed it off as a cough instead as the hostess left the room to greet another person...'Death' supposedly, if there ever could be such person. Shouldn't Death be dead?
[i]The carrier of diseases are more oft than not unaffected by the disease itself. It would be meaningless if the carrier were to die before disease would complete its purpose, no?[/i]

Jorn grumbled something intelligible as he flexed his fingers, his mood surly with the constant presence of the voice at the back of his head. And the nagging feeling that he'd missed something important did nothing to improve his temperament. Somehow, something seemed off. Something he wasn't noticing. Something recent and close. 
[i]Something like that finger you just broke?[/i]
Frowning, he flexed his fingers again. Startled, Jorn spoke whilst still staring at his right hand, [b]"Hey, I'm not sure if you believe me, but I broke my right index finger just a while back and...well, it kinda healed up already."[/b]