( there's the change — Ben couldn't have known, having just met the man, but it barely takes glowing eyes for him to sense it, how the tone shifts when he responds again. (then again, glowing eyes are rather prominent.)

but it isn't what Ben is used to, not from demons. Robbie isn't speaking in tongues, or bending backwards, or saying obscene things, or muttering with paranoia. he's present, he's inquisitive. if he is in the presence of something otherworldly, a conclusion Ben hasn't fully committed to despite the evidence, it must be...a higher being, than the sniveling wretches that feed on the anxieties and the tender spots in a person's mind, turning that person against themselves. in the end, that person's greatest tool is themselves, once they can regain themselves from being slowly eroded away. )

Not...me. Someone close to me. And I couldn't help them. I don't want anyone to have to go through that sort of hell. So I help...who I can. ( because Ben can't save them all, not everyone. don't worry — plenty of these malicious, lesser-demons have reminded him of that. they're particularly eager to voice it. )

What about you? What...do you do?