Even he wouldn't say he's necessarily seen the worst the world has to throw at the innocent and guilty alike. Catching the cigarette between two knuckles, he breathes out a cloud of smoke, considers Michael through it for a moment.
For a heartbeat, his eyes are sharp, but when he takes another drag, they're nothing but thoughtful, and he doesn't offer any answers.
Why would he? It's not like he's ever found any. What sort of forgiving God would allow a man like him to exist, anyway?
"Oh, I'm something of a jack of all trades," he says, finally, in answer to the question. "Where I come from, it's a necessity. And yourself?"
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Even he wouldn't say he's necessarily seen the worst the world has to throw at the innocent and guilty alike. Catching the cigarette between two knuckles, he breathes out a cloud of smoke, considers Michael through it for a moment.
For a heartbeat, his eyes are sharp, but when he takes another drag, they're nothing but thoughtful, and he doesn't offer any answers.
Why would he? It's not like he's ever found any. What sort of forgiving God would allow a man like him to exist, anyway?
"Oh, I'm something of a jack of all trades," he says, finally, in answer to the question. "Where I come from, it's a necessity. And yourself?"