He stared down at the pills in his hand as he listened to her. He looked up and took the glass from her. He popped them into his mouth and took a gulp of the water to wash them down. He stepped into the kitchen and put the glass on the counter. "He wants me to pay. He wants me in Hell where he can make my eternity a nightmare." It was the truth. He could have sugarcoated it for her, but she wanted him honest.

He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his head gently. He could feel a bump and some bruising, but he'd be fine. "Same thing you do for me. Only mine is a bit longer and a bit older." He tapped his temple. "I learned them all a very long time ago."