Sonny smirks at the fact that she's calling him a saint. "I don't think anyone's ever called me that for any fucking reason," he admits. "But I'll take it. I'll count you as the first."
He has been building up experience with the supernatural shit since he was born and that's been about 80 some years ago. It's hard to keep track, and it's really only the last ten years of his life that have mattered to him. The five years before that were his worst time... when he was the worst of himself and at his lowest point.
It's a wonder he ever got up off the floor and talked to John instead of drowning in that hell.
When this stuff stops affecting you, you lose a certain part of yourself that he wouldn't want her or anyone that works for him to lose. To a certain extent, some of them have. They can shrug off a lot, but there are still tragedies, still shit that will affect all of them.
It makes them human... or as like to human as they can be.
Sonny does not manage to keep a straight face. He is smirking at her, rolling his eyes and laughing. "Yeah, you are. You're like the fucking sunshine or some shit," he says. "You bring the rays of optimism to our lives. Why do you think I hired you?"
That's a running joke Sonny has with anyone that he hires. Always say he hires them for the sarcastic things they say they are.
The average person best SLOW THEIR ROLL...and things of that nature.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sonny says, and he does. The freaky Rift-detecting object is back in his pocket. It comes in handy, but it apparently only has so many uses in it.
Can never make it too easy on them. "So there's a business across the street on either side of the rubble and then some apartment buildings over here. I'm betting the stores will have seen more than the people in the apartments. I'm sure the police already questioned 'em too so they're probably... going to be real happy about another interview," Sonny says as he walks over to them.
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He has been building up experience with the supernatural shit since he was born and that's been about 80 some years ago. It's hard to keep track, and it's really only the last ten years of his life that have mattered to him. The five years before that were his worst time... when he was the worst of himself and at his lowest point.
It's a wonder he ever got up off the floor and talked to John instead of drowning in that hell.
When this stuff stops affecting you, you lose a certain part of yourself that he wouldn't want her or anyone that works for him to lose. To a certain extent, some of them have. They can shrug off a lot, but there are still tragedies, still shit that will affect all of them.
It makes them human... or as like to human as they can be.
Sonny does not manage to keep a straight face. He is smirking at her, rolling his eyes and laughing. "Yeah, you are. You're like the fucking sunshine or some shit," he says. "You bring the rays of optimism to our lives. Why do you think I hired you?"
That's a running joke Sonny has with anyone that he hires. Always say he hires them for the sarcastic things they say they are.
The average person best SLOW THEIR ROLL...and things of that nature.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sonny says, and he does. The freaky Rift-detecting object is back in his pocket. It comes in handy, but it apparently only has so many uses in it.
Can never make it too easy on them. "So there's a business across the street on either side of the rubble and then some apartment buildings over here. I'm betting the stores will have seen more than the people in the apartments. I'm sure the police already questioned 'em too so they're probably... going to be real happy about another interview," Sonny says as he walks over to them.