"I bet after you've lived that long you really don't bother with birthdays." Rachel tried to joke but it might've fallen flat.
She nodded at what Sonya said. It relieved her that Sonya's husband tended to focus on criminals but she wasn't really one that could judge. She had demon in her and she'd preformed dark curses. The curses were all to help her friends or herself out of sticky situations but the smut of them was still on her soul.
"I can see your point and his way of thinking. It's probably easier to see the gray in what to most people is a black and white world after being alive so long."