[ Quietly lighting up a cigarette and pondering on that. ]

I guess it takes something like the potential end of the world for people to shape up. [ And then, softly: ] The memorial was beautiful, sir. But also incredibly sad and humbling.

All those lives.

[ Thinking now, about those firdt three years in Vancouver and occasionally wandering past a newscast about the trouble in Africa and Russia. He hadn't liked what he'd seen, but it wasn't personal back then. Living in the US had been tough and the fear towards and for supernaturals was palpable, but it wasn't... a war.

Now, everything hits too close. ]