I was fine, kid. Fine. Nothing permanent, nothing I haven't dealt with at least a dozen times. I'm still alive -- and no one.

I'm going to say that again, so I'm damn sure you heard.

No one but this demon is going to die. It's going to be that thing, and only that thing. Not a kid, and I'm going to make certain it isn't one of mine.

No more dead children.

Just one wasted pile of demon sludge.