[ It'd be so easy if he could just wipe away his anger like hers can melt away. Everything about him would be so much easier if he could be like everyone else. He can't. The fact that something evil enough in this town can exist, and that Heaven won't do anything about it? It fills him with a righteous rage. The same that lit him to start his life long crusade against Hell and all the things that go bump in the night. The fact that evil was allowed to run around with no payback, no punches, no consequences. That wasn't going to stand as long as he drew breath. He is going to send every bastard demon back to Hell, even if Heaven is going to damn him for it.

His hands drop limply to his sides as he holds her gaze. That pain in her eyes - oh he knows that too. Maybe she can tell. He's lost almost every single person he's loved, romantic or otherwise. Not all of them have died. They've walked away from him with no intention of returning. He's let them go. He's buried them. He's held their hand as they are devoured. He's sat next to them in hospital rooms as they suffer from blown fuses. He's watched their marriages fall apart because they chose him over their families...

John gives a huff of a laugh at that. ]

Because it makes the conversation private and not remind everyone else that can't handle this life that they're in it. [ He gestures to the houses behind her. ] People - normal people? They turn the other cheek. They advert their eyes. They ignore that this part of reality exists. Not because their bloody stupid or don't know better. It's because they can't handle it.

Reminding them of that is low, even for me.