[Salone]

Na'lsa hungrily tore off a few more burnt scraps of flesh from the priest's husk, eating away at one strip and tucking the rest away like some sort of rancid beef jerky. He hobbled along back towards the APC, pausing to take a look down at the old codger's unconscious body. He sighed, leaning down and straining to lift him over his shoulder. He ached in places he didn't know he had. Lifting the man alone was taxing him. With shaky steps, he headed towards the APC.

This is my body. You...I can't comprehend what you've done to it! Leave me be!

Na'lsa stumbled, nearly collapsing as the voice of Lev wracked his head. Was he that weak that a mere mortal could challenge him for control of this body? The demon snapped back, the fatigue in his voice being noted.

"Shut up. Begone mortal."

You're in my head demon, but I'm in yours as well! You are weak! Your power is waning without someone to actually feed upon.

"I said shut up!"

Na'lsa concentrated, willing himself to stuff Lev away in to some corner where he could not bother him anymore. Clearly his powers were exhausted at this point. For the second time in their journey, Na'lsa began to worry.