22Batshit CrazyFinally, Conn started talking. Franky had sat patiently, assisting with the whiskey drinking in the hope that for every glass he drank, it would save Conn twenty minutes sleeping it off. He sat for maybe an hour before the words started. They were a little hesitant at first, just the occasional blast of a conversation Conn seemed to be having in his mind.
Then the floodgates opened.
“You see, Franky, whenever I have to walk inside the skin of another demon, I don’t enjoy it. There are risks, you know? Not just for them, if they wind the monster up wrong, but for me. They only see the surface. If I lose control of it—I could never get it back.” He poured another tumbler full of whiskey and knocked it back.
For the life of him, Franky didn’t understand why he wasn’t just sl
