[She sighs, adjusting her head against the back of the couch and turning it to face the ceiling. She watches that space for a good solid moment before she can muster up a response.]

When I said that he's like me, I don't mean it in the way that you and I are similar, or that we share the same hobbies.

[Not in the way Nick would want to hear, anyway.]

He didn't react to that place at all. You'd think he was a kid in a candy store, not chopping up bodies of monsters. Pretty sure he actually enjoyed all of that.

So no, I don't think he'd care to lend a hand, because he's more interested in killing.

It's that interest that resonated with a part of me that feels the same way. That recognized it.