“I see...”<br/><br/>He said after she told him her story. IT was a tragic one, but most who were into this line of work were. No one had a happy child hood and just decided to do this. Every single one has watched a loved one torn apart, or fade into the darkness to never be seen again. Everyone has had a hunk of their heart torn out and the void left leads to violence.<br/><br/>“There are some humans who can do that, especially after going what you have gone through. Its a very rare ability though, very special. You can out those that wish to hide, makes you dangerous.”<br/><br/>He wouldn't tell her what happened to those who were called 'finders'. They were hunted and found and tortured in the worst of ways. This one though, she could take care of herself and he was glad for that. But he wasn't going to turn a blind eye to her either, even he couldn't see everything like she can.<br/><br/>“You'll be alright. At this point in time, in this city all the baddies want me dead more than anything else.”<br/><br/>Edna laughed a bit too and shook her head.<br/><br/>“Yeah honey, you have a knack for pissing off EVERYONE. You discovered an art form. Can't let good over run the city, won't let evil spread too far. Damn you gray warriors.”<br/><br/>She winked as she refilled his coffee that was drained about halfway through Jessie's story.<br/><br/>“Yeah...”<br/><br/>Is all Luther said as he took another deep draw from his coffee cup. A somewhat distant look in his eye for a moment before he started to dig into his bagel with lox.