Let's see. In the near three years I've been living here, I've had my insides spilt onto the asphalt and bled to death. Was coerced into embracing my inner darkest desires and spent weeks finding myself once again. Fought in a war that was unlike anything you could have imagined. Oh and I also had my life drained away by a soulless vampire so that he could turn me. It can always be worse.
Graham was just one of many I saw earlier this week.
The only part you played in Graham's death was pissing me off. There was nothing that you could have done to help him.