"You know she would be devastated if you left," Pierce replied, shifting slightly in his chair, the light scratch of the pen against the paper being the only sound for a moment.
Then he spoke up again. "I wouldn't mind being family to you both, but you must find a healthy way to channel all of that anger. What you saw in the mirror wasn't you. I don't know what any of it means - " Like for instance, why the hell did he see a warlock in the goddamn reflection? "But no matter what, you're Simon. Not whatever that was."