"A demon?" This conversation... is so far beyond the realms of Shrieky's understanding of the world, that it leaves him feeling somewhat adrift. He doesn't know how you can tell the difference, between really evil, and regular bad, he doesn't know how you can ever make it go away, and he knows that the idea of anything ever getting better has always been a desolate one to him.

"I don't... I don't think that can be right. About it always being terrible, everywhere. I used to think it was, but now I'm sitting here with you, and we are talking and having a drink, and even though you are sad I don't think that there's anything really evil here." Cake and hot chocolate and beer all arrive at once, but Shrieky doesn't look away from Wolfgang, "So, there's one place, and one time, where it isn't, and where it doesn't have to be."