"Oh, I've given up on thinking it's all some conspiracy. My brain's still partly rebelling, but logic and simple sense is getting through. But you ever wonder WHY there's an obscene amount of literature about the subject here? A couple of books, maybe. But so many? Little things like that are still bothering me."
Sean seemed to stare at some spot between the wall and where he was sitting. "The Devil himself. I never believed he had to directly interfere. I've seen children raped and tortured to death. Men and women slowly taken apart for the sick pleasure of others. Mankind fucks itself over without much help from Hell's quarter. In my old belief the Devil was just waiting to reap the rewards of man's own evil in the afterlife. Now, I just don't know. Things are bad enough without thinking old Nick himself had a hand."
"All the more reason to stick to faith. The Devil can't take a soul that belongs to God." Evil might end a life, but afterwords? No, God claimed his own.
He had to stop thinking too much on such things. He had to focus on the here and now and what it was possible to do. He refused to accept that saving people was a losing prospect. He'd do all in his power until death took him.
His eyes snapped back into focus. "Okay then, put those two on the team and to work. If Res is that good, let her do what she does well. I might not have taken her too seriously before, but I will now." He trusted Cath's assessment.