Floating–he always feels like he's floating, his mind blank. He knows his purpose, to eradicate demons. Why? He doesn't know–he knows he hates them. They shouldn't exist. But he finds himself unknowing of where this hatred stems from. He chooses to not think about it. He knows he needs to protect his little sister, as well, his dull eyes flitting over to the little crib in the corner of his room, Quiet babbling fills the room, footsteps inaudible as he walks toward the crib.