This was quite an angry young girl. Pierce knew that, and he knew it would probably get worse before it would get better. There was no way she was going to be able to let go of all of that hatred, self-loathing, and disgust with humanity overnight. It was a slow process, and who knew what would happen in the future. He wasn't a psychic - only someone who saw dead people. Walking around like regular people. Yet, he still hadn't seen Bruce Willis. A thought to ponder.
"Of course things are different. But whatever happens, sweetheart," he began, folding his arms on the table and raising his eyes to look at her, square in the eye. "I'm not going anywhere."