"I'm not good." Des growls. "Either you do that, or talk to someone who knows more. I'd go for the first, but the latter would be more... correct." Lengthening her strides she made her way to return to her room. How could a demon ever be good. Des winced as memory haunted her. A monster, a demon, a freak. She was all these things, compassion was not part of her being. So why act upon it? Because it was a test, a test for this girl, for this institute. Whatever. A black mood settled over her. All the misery was caused by humans. Monstrous humans.