He knows Gordon Walker's type and, by extension, his fate. They're all the same. Hunter, through and through, world painted in black and white, good and evil. Heck Walker probably even has everything labeled either Do not kill or Mutilate beyond recognition because those are the only two options he's ever heard Gordon talk about. Even Ellen can't keep the slight admiration from her voice and she hatesthe guy.

Came in yesterday with his arm all up in shreds and didn't even blink an eye.

He knows though, that Gordon probably can't feel anything anymore because in the hour he's been sitting next to him, Walker's never uttered a word and he knows that daeva claws hurt like a bitch.

What hurts him the most is that even when he learns of Walker's kills he can't even say Gordon's a good hunter. The word implies too much humanity and hunters aren't exactly known to have much to begin with.

He wonders who made the man into a killing machine but he figures Walker's probably cast them into Hell already with a long machete and a promise of see you later. He thinks Gordon knows they probably answered we will and maybe, just maybe, that's why Gordon Walker doesn't feel pain anymore.