Phaedra bit back a sarcastic 'who hasn't?' response.
There are no good guys in this world.
The vampire tilted her head. She considered this statement, and all she had been through, and then shook her head, rejecting it. "I see why you might think that, but you're incorrect. I've had three centuries to observe. There may not be many--and there definitely aren't-- but there are good guys."
She thought of Harry when she said it. Harry Dresden and his wards and his dislocated shoulder. She thought of the Doctor. She thought of the Winchesters.
"It's just that no one is purely, one hundred percent good. That doesn't exist."