[There's no mistaking something in Elliott's voice; it's tense and lined with anger and Clarence freezes, unsure of how to proceed. They've never really had reason to fight before, but he didn't think this was something worth arguing about. What did someone say in this situation. He isn't sure.]

[Looking down at his hands in his lap, Clarence mulls over his choices then sighs.]

... Look. If you're convinced they were possessed, sure, I'll believe you. You've never lied to me before so I don't see why you would now. I just...

[He licks his lips, mouth suddenly dry. He didn't want to talk about it so he doesn't.]

I don't really understand religious stuff. Possession and all that isn't something I'm used to hearing about.