When children are betrayed by the adults who are supposed to love them, they grow to crave the destruction of mankind. It is a rage that never leaves, one that can leak out at any time, but we keep it inside, and it eats us alive. We don’t get to live our lives like the rest, we die inside every day, unless we are hurting someone, unless we feed on someone’s pain. That someone turned out to be Astoria for me. But she has it too, I know it. So I’m going to give her the gift of killing the worst men in her life, him and me, so that she can unleash her rage and not die, if only for just one day.
