"Demons, huh?" That's what it sounded like. She could at least understand that. He was trying to save his home. She couldn't hold that one against him. "That sucks." She shrugged, sipping the coffee, not really saying much more about it. Because honestly? She got it. She figured he would have a hard time wrapping his head around her scenario just like she did for his.
But evil destroying everything you love? Yeah, she understood. And Madison didn't say thank you, but she did cast him a faint smile before grabbing a seat and eating. Slowly. Partway through, she waited for him to sit down before asking... "So...does everyone here have a depressing story like us, or is it just a lucky few?"