"I got some from that guy John, on the first floor. He's a little... unconventional, but he knows what he's talking about. He's really good with pain, too." He'd never seen anyone that could take knees to the abdomen and being thrown multiple times to the ground without even a grimace. Maybe it had something to do with his fable - although he couldn't think of one that involved a very high pain tolerance.
Cole didn't know, not exactly, but he'd met people who came from low beginnings and harbored resentment for the wealthy. He'd been jealous a few times in his past, particularly in college when his best friend hadn't had to worry about money in the slightest. "Oh. Well, I guess a lot of people aren't. A friend of mine came from a rich family, though, and he was fine." Aside from his obsession with raising the dead, of course.
It took him a moment to remember, a mix of drowsiness and medication making his thinking process slower than usual. "Oh-- Jack. He seems like a good guy. What did you think of him?"