"You mean to say, the person possessed by the devil is actually me."
Old Leicht still sat in front of the house, with an axe placed beside his chair. He raised his eyes to look at Ethan, who had returned once again, appearing much more stable than Ethan had expected.
Ethan said, "We investigated Blanche's corpse, found the wolf pack that attacked it, and discovered this inside their bodies."
The red tapeworms in the glass jar continued writhing tirelessly. Old Leicht stared at the glass bottle, lost in thought.
Parasites, viruses, infections—these unfamiliar terms were difficult for a farmer who hadn't read many books to understand, so he filtered Ethan's words into language he could comprehend, sifting out some comforting news.
His son wasn't possessed by the devil; the reason he could see these visions was that the devil had tainted his eyes.
And Blanche's bizarre death seemed to have now received an explanation he deemed reasonable.
