Kevin doesn't think of it that way. He knew what he was capable of. He'd killed. That was really all his power was good for: pain and death. Two things he didn't like to think about.

"I ain't afraid o' ya, Mr. Lucifer." Not quite a lie. He's afraid of Divine Retribution, and of the fact that it seemed almost blasphemous to even talk to an angel, when he was nothing but a reaper walking. "Jus', ain't rightly sure why ya'd care t'hang around me." That was blunt honest truth.