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He listened to her talk and his own somewhat amused smile slipped onto his face.

"Alright Ren, if that's how you see things I won't stop you. But you wanna know something? There are people out there who would do anything to even have a life remotely similar to yours. And if they get that sort of life, they would immediately make use of it and explore the opportunities that life has to offer. Yet you, who is in the fortunate life, refuse to even take a look around. You claim that you're perfectly happy with your situation, but anyone looking in would say you're not. So I don't know whether you're incredibly stupid-which you don't seem to be-or you're just blind. But then again, what's it matter?"

He turned away from her at that point and took his glasses off to rub them on the white shirt she had given him minutes earlier.

"It's your life. Feel free to call the shots."

From somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed and the silence that had been there for so long was shattered. It made both of them realize that it was still late at night and neither of them should linger down in the basement much longer. He yawned and stretched his arms out.

"Well, feel free to debate this topic with me some other time. I say that you need to get back to bed. It's probably real late now."

He made no mention of sleeping himself. In truth, the adrenaline from the escape was still coursing through his veins and made him far too excited to even think about lying down. No, Ren could go to bed. He'd stay in the house until morning came and then go outside before any of her family woke up. By the morning, it would be safe to assume that the Hell guards wouldn't pursue him anymore. He was just one little demon, and they weren't about to go out in direct sunlight to find him.