"And you, Danes, you idiot, thought it wasn't demonic possession!"
DeStiy laughed throatily, a sneer barely suppressed.
"His Dark Disciples know each of us and they know our fears and that's why-" he coughed, strings of grey phlegm waving from his lips, unwiped in his haste to belittle Danes and prove to them once and for all that his Master was behind this - "we've all been tested. And I'm the only one He's seen fit to pass. You fools have failed! Failed!"
"Sit down, DeStiy!" Ryland ordered.
Danes continued quietly, ignoring DeStiy: "Let me tell you all about numbers..."