"You tell me. I think I don't talk any more or less than before. I was always talking your ear off. You just mind it more cause I'm a demon and you think if you rage kill us all, it absolves you of sin." Harry pointed out as he leaned back in his seat and lifted his hands, inspecting the cuffs. Fucking demon cuffs, man. Since when were they a thing?

"Then again, I was empty inside to begin with it. I just hid it better." He didn't remember what it was like to be human but he knew what he thought and felt. Now memories worked once for him. Every memory was hollow, devoid of feeling but fact was there. It never went away.

"I smiled and I pretended and you never knew." Harry wondered if he could pick the lock but they seemed pretty damn solid. "I was so used to getting nothing I wanted that I hollowed it all out. Hell, being terminal was just the kick I needed to rid myself of all that ugly humanity. Now look at me? I'm actually happy."

He laughed and then smiled at Sam. "Are you?"