Heat frowned at that. Athena? Who was Athena? If she'd mentioned her before, he couldn't recall. If the connection was related to any special abilities she had, however, then the problem was simple. He wasn't the best at looking encouraging, but he tried nonetheless.

"Don't think that has anything to do with you." He crossed his hands over his chest. "That's what this place does. The guy in charge stifles everything about is that makes us more than ordinary so he can feel all powerful." Though he'd still been left with his demonic hunger, of course. Making things easier for any of the patients was out of the question in any shape or form. When Roland had lost control, Heat was fully willing to believe that Landel had gotten a kick out of it.

The demon raised his right arm again, showing the atma mark. "You think I can transform at night? I've tried. Nothing like that works here." The best he could do was turn his arm, and that was horribly painful - not to mention he couldn't even keep it that way for long.