[The daemon's eyes narrowed a little, listening back to the scream. ...A familiar din. Part of him wondered if it would make more sense to take the monster head on. ...But the realm of dreams was rarely as straightforward as "use sword on enemy" to fix the core problem.]

I'm a daemon, yes. And as such, I do not play by any rules I do not agree with. I forge my own way, and I will not be denied.

[Dark strength welled up deep within. A powerful, overwhelming magic, harnessed with purpose, with drive.]

And as I have seen... I believe everyone here matters, or they would not be. ...Nor would fear hold any sway on you in the first place.

[He sees the tension, the subtle shake of one's hand. He was once to be the King of Fear. Reading it... was a specialty. But yet, his words did not pass any sort of judgement. Rather, an odd appreciation that she had it, and how human that was.]

I will preserve whoever I can by putting an end to this nightmare. Stay strong, and endure.

[There wasn't time to waste. Too many reflections in here, and he couldn't exactly remove a mirror from causality with him. With that, his cape burst open and flapped backward like a pair of wings, rocketing him forward through the halls, moving with an alacrity and purpose decidedly inhuman. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for paths, oddities, or anything that might resemble the cryptic riddle Maddy left him with. He had to move fast, before others were consumed.]