James looked at Damian and then let his gaze stare back at Katherin. He recognized the voice in Katherin's head and the voice in Damian's head was much different than his. He was scared, his eyes admitted such in his persona. He cleared his throat, hesitant to ask, but curious--like a typical Biology major, wanting to dissect the situation into little pieces to examine.

"What ab-about me?" He did not mean to stammer. It seemed he was letting Damian take the role of Alpha-male and followed in his footsteps. He kept his face from shrinking down into his scarf, to show some stamina for the present situation. "Who is the demon possessing me? Do you know?"

James believed in demons. Who was he kidding? From time to time he found himself going to Church on Sundays. An exorcism. Why did he not think of this? He found thinking about it harder and harder the more he leaned on the thought of having a priest read a few patriarchal lines and suddenly him be healed started being devoured by a voice daunting the spiritual authority in James' conscience. [i]Iesu Christe, Fili Dei, Domine, miserere mei peccatoris.[/i]