He listens to her, taking her words into consideration even if all of them don't quite make sense. He's used to that in this place. Once upon a time, he wanted to be a priest. He wanted to help people the way his priest helped him, by listening and talking and guiding him through to the path to the Lord. In the end, it wasn't his calling. He wound up saving people in another way. But that doesn't mean he can't still help people find that peace that his priest helped him find.

"Putting your faith in something can be scary," he says, leaning against one of the wooden chairs. "It's hard to do. Especially when you're putting your faith in God. The Big Man works in some wacky ways sometimes. But he's helped me more times than I can count."

He moves to one side of a heavy armchair, gesturing for her to grab the other side so he can move it back a few feet. "I'm a cop," he informs. "Not being able to save everyone is the roughest thing in the world."