That startled a bark of laughter from him, shaking him loose of the spiral that had started to set it's talons in him so completely. It wasn't gone, but it was once again only scratching at his skin instead of digging through his flesh.

"'God isn't merciful. We're Catholic'. I like that. I should get that made into a t-shirt."

He reached down, picking up that bottle for another drink. For a moment he considered leaving it on his lap, but in the end he settled it back on the floor.

"Sometimes I wonder how he can look at me without driving his blade through my heart and just leaving it there."