"Fitting *cough! * *cough! * name." I cough up.

"Sickness, is torture of its own. Humans are such fragile beings. One small infection, one small wound, one small, tiny animal, and you shatter like glass." He pokes my head.

"I *cough* *cough* am going to disagree. If *cough* *cough* that's okay." I say.

"It's quite an honor actually Battosai." He lowers his head in respect.

"I *cough* *cough* we're not as weak as you presume of us. We *cough* have doctors." I grip my throat.

I wipe the blood of my nose. I stand up and brush myself off. I still have some strength I can use. I will not stand for demons making fun of humans living or not. Condemned to suffer an entirety or living behind the golden gates. I have some strength left and I will choose to prove Tshuyu wrong.

"We're stronger than you give us credit for. A doctor I know has saved many lives." I say.

"And how many lives as she slaughtered?" He cocks his head.

I freeze. My voice retreats back into my throat. I grip my chest.

"You have forgotten she used to produce illegal opium. A drug that swallows all and any. Humans are greedy and desiring power and wealth. Do you deny this?" He asks.

I lower my head.

"No." I say.

"My point exactly. There may not be a need for demons. We have humans to fill that hole."He smiles.