Much closed the closest eye to her fingers on his cheek. "Sounds like effort," he muttered.
The tortured-by-Lucifer thing really should have made more of an impact, but Much just reacted like she was was talking about the weather. Sky's cloudy. Tortured by Lucifer. Same diff. Though the brief thought about should made Erica's voice echo in his head: aren't you old enough to know that 'should' is a meaningless word. Hah, maybe Erica was right too. Maybe nothing Much thought was ever right.
"Sheriff chopped off my fingers too," he commiserated, wrapping those fingers round a handful of grass and tugging. Most of the grass stayed rooted to the ground. Ugh, he thought. Even this was pointless.