Chris wasn't really ready to wake up. Although it had been weeks, almost months since the Event that killed his mother and cemented his status as a full-fledged summoner, the memories still haunted him and attacked in his sleep. It was nothing he wanted to face, but nothing he could really deny as being accidental or unrelated to him. Not being able to summon Belthazor in time was definitely his fault, being bound to something that wanted to hate him probably had to do with Chris, his inability to let Belthazor physically speak was definitely a shortcoming of his ability and power. So far, his time as a summoner had been filled with personal failures and only minor victories in the towns they'd visited that needed their intervention. His rest was constantly troubled and Chris was often reaching for more when he could.

Grunting in aggravation, Chris curled up and turned away from the offending finger. The voice in his head was all too familiar, reminiscent of disappointment and strict business talk, someone who didn't care but should. It was Leo's voice that Belthazor's own disdain conjured in Chris's head and he wondered if the summon knew how his thought projections were received or if it was all just a translation on his own end. Not that he was willing to ask, anyway. "No," he mumbled sleepily. They were safe and in a town for once, why couldn't they sleep in to fully regain their strength, anyway?