[If they're lucky. Isn't that the truth. The ones who got to live in ignorance and avoid being eaten themselves. Funny. If he'd just thought Isobel was dead -- if he'd let go like she wanted him to -- he could've stayed in the dark.
Maybe. His luck was never that good.]
Tell me about it. [His hand went through his hair, a nervous tic. How had this session even gotten here? Demons. Jesus.] I was in a town where the mortality rate climbed higher by the day.