... A life no other can understand. Does it pain you so much that you become numb? You have too much pain... Lilith didn't reply to him quickly, but gave him a short smile and a slow nod. She could say nothing which would assure the Half-Devil or give some justification, however... “Do not regret your existence. Your parents made a child out of love and do not expect hatred when you utter your first scream Rest well.” she bowed her head slowly toward the Half-Devil and stared at him as he left to go down the hall. … He answered more than she had intended. Having no intention of sleeping, Lilith decided to perch herself on the table, laying out her weapon and gun upon it. She was not used to sleeping in other areas – and she would take her time to sniff out this new place. She was still aware that Remington was present – and her ears were keen to listen if he had something to say. The two men were an interesting pair... but why was Rem there in the first place? Was he doing his job? Lower Medio was the chessboard of hunters, but they could easily become the hunted if they were blinded too much by ambition. But he? She smiled faintly in faint curiosity, quietly humming a gentle tune as she began to tinker with the pistol absent-mindedly. With her eyes staring out of the window for anything out of place (as if anything normal could be said for Lower Medio) she slowly felt the marks and scratches of her gun in thought, waiting for Remington to speak or for some false alarm outside.