Waar nodded, it was easy to see just how caught up in his stories and more importantly his anger Jo Harvelle was getting. Those Hunters, they never failed to be entertaining to him. So much pent up rage and bitterness and all directed at one thing. Poor demons. But then thats why they were there after all, foot soilders, cannon fodder. Demons and Hunters were more alike than either would care to admit. "The demon told me. And I know you say they lie, but the way he talked about being in that body...it was scary Jo. It really was. Mentioned something else...some girl...Meg?" Throw that in there too, couldn't hurt, just fuel the fire, thats how it went thats how easy it always had been.
And little Jo was worried about him. Adoreable. "I'm...alright I guess. Not amazing but then I didn't ever expect demons and hell on earth y'know. I was just living my life and then" he shrugged, "Does it ever go back to normal?" Of course it didn't. Hunters were idiots and hell was only getting started.
"Now how about you Jo?" he asked, letting the worry seep into his voice as they spoke. "This can't be easy, these people are so close to you aren't they. Good people. And now these things inside them stuck in there. Its got to just make you angry." He didn't even need clarification on that one. Jo Harvelle was angry, an irrational deep anger inside out, cold and focused too which he loved. It threatend to destroy her, and would if she let it.
Not that she had a say. He planned to let it. Just not quite yet.