Some of the doors are unlocked but what's on the other side isn't interesting enough to bother with so far. It's .. ordinary things. Painfully ordinary things, like life just stopped one day, and was abandoned wholesale.

Some of the statues looked like they'd been fleeing. "Whatever I have been forced to become, I choose not to define myself by it." He casts a brief glance over his shoulder, towards Serph, towards those gradually more distant corpses, once more assessing. It's not true though, he knows what he is and can't pretend otherwise to himself. Maybe what he's always been. He'd never quite been like anyone else, and now ... now there were fangs, and claws, and a shape he couldn't even begin to call human if he let himself get tired enough, hungry enough.

He's hungry now. It's ignored. "And I choose to not let it dictate my actions. Do you do otherwise? You seem civilized, demons are not."