( Instantly, Basil feels himself back away, his grip tightening further, if it were possible. )

I-I didn't know what else to do. ( He whispers. It was a last ditch attempt to save his own skin. ) All I have-- are photos and flowers.

( And those were so very valuable to him. His captured memories were everything. But, those are useless to a demon. )

And the important people to me-- ( They aren't friends. Not anymore. ) I-I don't... I don't want them to get hurt.

What exactly would you want? ( He's indeed desperate. Leaving it in the hands of a demon could mean risking everything. )