Oh... been there. [He drops it casually, like she'd just admitted to something as simple as reuniting with a friend she'd simply lost touch with. But Klaus and death... they go together in some very interesting ways.] I don't think you should feel guilty for being glad. I mean, this place might be fucked up, but that's still better than dead, right?

[Who knows. Maybe they're all dead and this is weird empty Purgatory. He doesn't have much in the way of theories, he leaves that to the more mentally equipped people around here, of which there are several that operate far above his own paygrade.

He leans against the wall and shrugs, nonchalant.] Depends who you ask, I guess. I hear the cowboys have a moonshine still. John-- [He points vaguely to the card on the board Constantine had put up awhile back.] keeps himself busy trying to find occult-related reasons for why we're here. My brother writes quantum space-time equations on the wall of our room in chalk. I guess, you gotta just find your own fun? [He shrugs again.] I mostly just talk to people. S'all I'm really good at, anyway.