[Justice feels another spirit long before he sees it. When it speaks, he pauses briefly in his forgetting to turn his attention on it. It's not like spirits make friends with each other very often, but he's still inexplicably relieved to see something familiar, a piece of his own kind in a confusing crush between the mortal realm and demonic influence.]

I have no desire to allow these demons to fatten themselves on my emotions, and I intend to do everything in my power to thwart them. [And also, of course, to avoid corruption himself. He's not going to let these demons twist him if he has anything to say about it.] I did not realize there were more of our kind. This is not the Fade.

[Though given the way the space behaves, perhaps they're somewhere in between the Fade and the mortal world. Justice knows that those types of spaces exist, but he doesn't remember wandering them before.]