Deb would have to disagree with you there, Sonny. Plenty of people came to Miami for the scenery, for the beaches, for the sunlight - and plenty of them ended up in bodybags.
If anything, sometimes Chicago's a little more cut-and-dry fucked up. It does exactly what it says on the tin, and never really tries to make any excuses for it. It makes the brief good moments you get seem so much fucking better.
It doesn't make things like this seem any less shitty, though.
If Deb notices how tense Sonny is, she doesn't mention it. They're all tense, even people outside the supernatural community. It's to be expected, and there's nothing any of them can do about it but find this guy.
She nods briefly at him, and her lips twitch but she doesn't smile. "I don't think it'll get put on any postcards anytime soon," she manages, turning her head back to the wreckage.
"Fuck," she says softly. There's so much rubble, so much that doesn't look like anything anymore. "I hadn't even thought about that - about it not having to look like..." she shakes her head, then turns to look at the still-intact building. The one that nearly looked exactly like this. "Where's the fucking Rift-powered bomb squad when you need it?"
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Deb would have to disagree with you there, Sonny. Plenty of people came to Miami for the scenery, for the beaches, for the sunlight - and plenty of them ended up in bodybags.
If anything, sometimes Chicago's a little more cut-and-dry fucked up. It does exactly what it says on the tin, and never really tries to make any excuses for it. It makes the brief good moments you get seem so much fucking better.
It doesn't make things like this seem any less shitty, though.
If Deb notices how tense Sonny is, she doesn't mention it. They're all tense, even people outside the supernatural community. It's to be expected, and there's nothing any of them can do about it but find this guy.
She nods briefly at him, and her lips twitch but she doesn't smile. "I don't think it'll get put on any postcards anytime soon," she manages, turning her head back to the wreckage.
"Fuck," she says softly. There's so much rubble, so much that doesn't look like anything anymore. "I hadn't even thought about that - about it not having to look like..." she shakes her head, then turns to look at the still-intact building. The one that nearly looked exactly like this. "Where's the fucking Rift-powered bomb squad when you need it?"