Even without her having said it, Marcus can sense the blame in those words and he knows he isn't always the most comforting person in the world, but he shakes his head and puts his hand on Kat's shoulder. He knows how easy it is to blame yourself for something beyond your control and she had done what she believed was best for Casey's safety, which is the only thing Marcus had ever asked of her.
The possession isn't her fault, the accident isn't her fault, none of those deaths are her fault, but he knows from experience those things are often easier said than believed.
"You're not wrong," he says, giving her shoulder as gentle a squeeze as possible, not wanting to hurt her at all. After such an experience, even on the medications, she must feel wound tight, her muscles sore and sensitive. "We're alright here. Alright as we can be, I suppose, in a city that has us trapped and unable to go anywhere."
A city that still has demons, as far as he can tell. Vampires and werewolves and fictional men. That's information that can wait for a little while, though, he'd rather she deal with her injury first.
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The possession isn't her fault, the accident isn't her fault, none of those deaths are her fault, but he knows from experience those things are often easier said than believed.
"You're not wrong," he says, giving her shoulder as gentle a squeeze as possible, not wanting to hurt her at all. After such an experience, even on the medications, she must feel wound tight, her muscles sore and sensitive. "We're alright here. Alright as we can be, I suppose, in a city that has us trapped and unable to go anywhere."
A city that still has demons, as far as he can tell. Vampires and werewolves and fictional men. That's information that can wait for a little while, though, he'd rather she deal with her injury first.