Bobo holds the knife, toying with it as he watches the other man coping with that. He's not sure why he talks about it, but what's the worse that can happen to him?

"A demon. He had hold of me and put me between himself and the man that could stop him. I gave him a nod, and he shot the demon through me. He just didn't mention the fact that I was going to go to Hell with the rest of the people he shot with that gun, and so he left me there to die. Very cheerful story."

He snorts and rolls his eyes. "And course I am. Who the hell wouldn't? Problem is, my own chance walked out on me right after that grenade."