They all wanted answers. Needed answers, even if they were more than used to not getting them, at this point. This though, he learns, isn't something caused by the people who brought them here. This is worse, perhaps. Something far more personal. Sonny hadn't been in the path of destruction, but he'd seen the aftermath of it. The injured people, the wreckage of the schoolhouse. And now they're learning that whatever did it was part of Credence.
It's hard to believe. Sonny knows Credence. They're friends. From day one, he's had a gripping urge to protect the younger man, to make sure nothing and no one hurts him. He'd suspected from experience, from his job, that Credence likely hadn't always seen the kindness he deserved.
He didn't know it was this bad. He wishes he could've done more. That's the worst part of his job — there's rarely anything they can do beforehand. They always end up helping afterwards, handling the aftermath.
"I want to help, too," he says, glancing from Graves to Sam. "I'm not a counselor or anything, but I'm a Special Victims detective at home. We work with abuse victims a lot, we have sensitivity training. Whatever's going on — Credence doesn't deserve it. I want to do what I can to help him."
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It's hard to believe. Sonny knows Credence. They're friends. From day one, he's had a gripping urge to protect the younger man, to make sure nothing and no one hurts him. He'd suspected from experience, from his job, that Credence likely hadn't always seen the kindness he deserved.
He didn't know it was this bad. He wishes he could've done more. That's the worst part of his job — there's rarely anything they can do beforehand. They always end up helping afterwards, handling the aftermath.
"I want to help, too," he says, glancing from Graves to Sam. "I'm not a counselor or anything, but I'm a Special Victims detective at home. We work with abuse victims a lot, we have sensitivity training. Whatever's going on — Credence doesn't deserve it. I want to do what I can to help him."