He twisted around slightly, leaning over to set his own tea mug onto the end table by the couch. But then he faced the girl again - he knew what her life had been like, both before and after the tragic death of her father, and he also knew that casting her into a pit of darkness (where she believed she rightfully belonged) wasn't a fate he would choose for her. If his practice as a Medium had taught him anything it was that weighing a soul to evaluate the amounts of good and bad was a complicated process. And it wasn't his job.
"I've had some experience with this," Pierce said, one hand reaching up to scratch at the facial scruff he often sported. "A few decades of experience, I should say." Seeing dead people was common practice for him now. Sometimes it unnerved him, just how used to it he was, but he wasn't dead. And he had a life to lead regardless.