Kelly, you’re too young to appreciate the irony of this, but the car we’re driving belonged to a woman who tried to kill me. Of course I tried to kill her too. It was all very complicated.
I don’t like this, Nick. If something happens to you… I have Kelly, but I have no job, I have nowhere to live, no place to raise him. I mean, what if he’s like me? What if he’s like you? What if he’s some weird combination of both of us? Like some kind of Hexengrimm or Grimmabiest? I can’t do this alone!