Oh Hal was sure there would be. The people he'd heard about, there'd be a way to rid the world of this witch and see everything back to the way it should be. He'd help if he could, because why was he here if not to defend humanity from the bad things in the dark. Things of course, like him. And to find Lucifer of course. But until then there was the witch, and the bloody ridiculous arguments that seemed to have sprung up around her and how she should be killed. Did it matter how or by whom so long as it was soon.
"I've never considered how the...Prince's killed her, those weren't Princes as I knew Princes. But the power here is vast indeed so there should be some to match her when they stop clashing ego's and actually get down to the part where she died. But then I wonder how likely that is."
Possessed. He blinked at that, not having really heard of such a thing before, oh rumours of course, whispers among the Old Ones that there was more than just them out there, it had never really grown beyond that and nor would it now as he and Hetty were the only ones left and Hetty probably wouldn't care about it if she did think to investigate. "It helps I suppose being who I am that nothing surprises me. This place has its confusions yes, far too modern, distinct lack of Radio 4 and far too much reliance on the dammed internet but its growing on me. I suppose because it has to."
He didn't quite know what to say about her possession and death beyond the simple. "I am sorry Meg, truly. Something like that I don't believe any of us should ever suffer. But you were brought back from death, that usually means there's a purpose. Unfinished business as it were."