Given the fact that the jailors had done nothing to prevent Emma's questioning coupled with her dogged determination to gain clarity on this subject there was little wonder that a misunderstanding was starting to form between them. She hadn't shared enough information to distance herself from this new land so she well could have been one of the indigenous inhabitants. She was like a mini inquisitor.

"In a way, you already have." Not that she liked the idea of making assumptions early on. That being said what hadn't been said was going to weigh heavily on her mind. "Would you, if you were free?" Another question slipped from her lips before she could prevent it.

Even she realized the tension in the air and finally relented enough to state her own position on the subject,"I hate the demons for what they have done... but I do understand that they're like us. They hunt for survival." Recalling just how terrible she felt when she killed her first bird. ".. I don't hate all demons, and would prefer building a world where we can all co-exist."