“Sometimes I see you, and the past is alive. It overlays who you are and what you do.” He squeezes me closer, almost to the point of pain. “I’m reminded of my old wounds, and I feel…I feel my vengeance rising. “I cannot change my past, and I cannot change yours. I cannot even stop you from getting hurt…but I can make others atone for your pain.” He says this last part so silently, so malevolently that a shiver escapes me.
