"Are the voices only going to become stronger?" was James' next question. He feared [i]defeat[/i], and it was inside of him. [i]Voices?[/i] What was he thinking? They weren't voices; they were demons. He shook his head, "God, they are." He answered his own question, guessing. He did not want the disappointment of being told by someone else. He hid his mouth in his scarf, again, wishing he could disappear into the walls and just be a picture hanging, lifelessly...