"Close but no cigar. Nothing is undefeatable, Bones. You know that as well as I do, even in a place like this." He wasn't going to touch the higher powers arguement. His belief was in God, and he sure as hell didn't know what to make of the Powers That Be or the Senior Partners. One thing at a time, on his sense of time. And he was sure Brennan felt the same way.
He tested another window before glancing over his shoulder at her. "I didn't see but I got the gist of it from King. It was probably breathing once," he stated, almost feeling sick at the words coming out of his mouth. He'd taken it on as his duty to save who he could and bring to justice the ones who had taken the lives of those he couldn't. It was his penance, in his own world.
Here? Here he was out of his league. No amount of studying could prepare him for demons and vampires, yet he still wanted to continue on. Still wanted to help, save lives, bring peace to loved ones of those he couldn't. In some way, make the world right. And Drake represented everything he found wrong with the world. "Bastard needs to be put down," he said finally and headed up stairs.