[There is no pang of guilt, no dull ache at her words. While he hasn't lied, while he has committed sins of omission, he's done nothing and is nothing like Crane. Such a comparison, or whatever it may be called, brings him no upset. He sighs not out of some existential angst, but out of the sheer frustration the not-so-good doctor brings them all. A walking headache, that man. Will would have to go above and beyond to change this view of Sasha's, and he has no desire to, so he feels, yes, safe.]

Unfortunately, you'll find people like Doctor Crane wherever you go. [A gentle pat to her shoulder, a fond smile, and Will turns back to the counter. Sasha hasn't shown any interest in her own dish, so he feels comfortable covering it back up and carefully sliding it into the fridge for later.] He might not want you to believe it, and I don't say that to be bleak or depressing... [He's currently moving aside a container of pizza to make room, nothing here is depressing.] ...just how it goes. There's good people. Great people. And then there's nasty, crazy sons of bitches keeping things balanced.

[Or whatever horseshit they tell themselves. Keeping things balanced, becoming a great red dragon. Fucking nutsos.]