"Not gone. Dead. Sweaty skin under my hand, body shakes with fury under mine. What do you want, demon? I want you to look into my eyes."

He does a good mimicry of Lambert's voice, his accent and tones.

Cole turns to Garahel, the dog's need to attention more pressing than answering the question. He takes the ball and pitches it out into the yard.

"I don't know. Most people aren't going hungry. Aren't in pain. Don't Despair."