"For now I'm here, and I don't want to be anywhere better. Here is fine." It had never occurred to her that Nick could be happy. Here in a tiny flat, getting white sauce on his leather wrist cuffs, lounging around reading a magazine with his brother and Mae close by. This is what the demon wanted.
Heart enough to make a home for a demon.
"Gerald asked for things. Alan told him you wouldn't do them." Nick laughed, a horrible cracking sound, "I would have- I would have done anything."
Because you are BROTHERS.
"Why would you want to help me?" "For Alan," Nick said. "Because if I had a soul, I would trade it for his."
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ouch this hurts.
"I remember my life, before you," he said, his voice chilly and distant. "Don't make me live like that again."