Nick took a drink of his bourbon, not noticing the burn anymore. Perhaps he was actually still dead, and this demonic blooded idiot was here to torment him. No real way of knowing, was there?
“It’s a waste of time. Trust me, I’ve tried it. Never works.“
“It hasn’t worked for you.”
Was he being a bit too bold? Most likely. The warnings wouldn’t stop him from doing anything rash, but he’d at least listen…. more or less to them.
“I’m sure I can come up with something that won’t fail or be a waste… if everything goes to plan.”