She flinched. He'd gone too far. Had to calm down, tuck the edge of himself that had peeked through back under his hat and did so with a deep breath, hand resettling onto his hips as he looked at the ground.

"I mean us who don't have God or Demons or Gifts or magic or any of that fantastical crap that throws more wrenches in the works. Those of us that share the same general world rules. Murder is bad, sacrificing people is worse, and if you don't do either of those things, you're doin' pretty alright." He looked up at her from under his eyebrows, features softer for his remorse of letting it all out. It had been several very long days.

"Can I have my hat back please or are you holdin' it hostage."