That's right, you got that whole child soldier thing. There's hardly any kids here who haven't been through hell, you ever notice that?

[Felix has scuttled up onto the desk, where he is watching with silent, delicate crustacean sympathy. Blake's hand dangles down past the armrest of his chair. He feels a furry head nudge it. Hooch, his Arcanine. You can always trust a dog, magic or not. That's one thing that holds true. His hand starts absently scratching between his ears.]

I never even thought about being anything else. A cop's what I was born to be. Around here I've had to do part time retail crap like a 17-year-old trying to save up for a car. That's no life.