Yesterday, Flynn had lost his mind and he had beaten up a 300-year-old angel who could easily have smeared his sad little body across the floor had he wanted to. Flynn had gotten in a quick attack, yes, but if Rolf had had it in mind to retaliate, the price would have been very high indeed. Flynn was lucky and he knew it. He was now far too aware that he was possibly slightly insane, no matter how many times Quinn assured him he was the opposite.
( Together )
( Together )