Ignis let the slight difference pass; there were many who didn't include the subtle 'a' sound in the word, and he had to admit it made very little difference. "Indeed. Each one I killed was one less to challenge the sunlamps." Theoretically, anyway. The people huddled under the lamps felt better for knowing others fought for their safety, but whether his efforts had actually reduced the horde's numbers at all, Ignis couldn't say.

Cucumber sliced, he moved on to pull a heavy ceramic dish out of the oven where it had been keeping warm and stir the contents of a large pot. "Are there no daemons where you come from?"