"He wouldn't stop fighting," Kat says, scoffing like that might be the most absurd thing she's ever heard. Truthfully, she's not sure where the line is, where genuine confidence stops and bravado begins. She wants to believe that Marcus is still fighting in there, and she knows better than to take a demon at its word. They lie; that's what they do. But she knows it's lying to Marcus, too, and she just hopes that, wherever he is, he knows that the rest of them are fighting for him, that they won't give up. He wouldn't, if this situation were reversed and it were her or Sam or Neil or Dan in his position. He didn't give up on Casey. The least she can do is return the favor.

"And you know that's ancient history now, right?" she asks. It strikes a nerve, of course it does and probably always will, but she won't give it that satisfaction. "We've dealt with that shit. You don't have anything better? No sharper weapons in your arsenal?" She shouldn't be baiting it, she thinks, but right now, it's hard to care.