[Salone]

With great effort he stood up, ignoring the pain in his body. He looked between the old man and the privileged girl, gritting his teeth. After a moment he took a few steps to retrieve his gun, shoving back in to one of his many pockets.

"I don't know what takes to repulse demon. I am on cross, dying. I think I died. Before I die, I hear whisper. Then, I feel lightning. I awake, and I am off cross. And...and there are so many blanks! Gaps! What point of life if there is nothing to remember? My body is slave, but mind is molested, is...is..."

He stopped, trying to collect himself. He raised his eyes again, staring at Rue. Straightening his stance, he addressed her directly with the original composure he had possessed when he found her.

"I am Lev Gurevich, Lev of Tsavo. My life is forfeit, but it still can be put to use."