"Sometimes I forget that you are still just a child..." - He shakes his head in disbelief, not expecting her deep sigh that follows.
"Sometimes ... I do too..." - Her pained gaze catches his for a moment as the words linger between them.
"He didn't break you, you know. You are stronger than you think..." - He tries to assure her. Her sight goes unfocused.
"You're wrong, he did... and he had to..."
And it was then that he remembered when it had happened. When he had witnessed the pain and despair in her eyes... and how it turned into stone-cold hatred.
So he just continued his work, silently knowing that she was right.
//
"Are you drunk?!"
"Oh hell yes, but bearly drunk enough..." her words slurred towards the end through heavy hooded lids.
//
"I took so many lives, Sev. Brutally and without a shadow of a doubt in my mind that I was doing the right thing - that I was doing what was necessary...
I always told myself that it was my duty, my purpose and that I could live with this. But it haunts me now. Every moment I close my eyes, every waking second I allow my mind to wander, it haunts me."
"Why didn't you tell me?
"I didn't want to burden you any more than you already are..."
"This became my burden the moment you decided not to tell me about it and instead showed up here, drunk out of your mind and covered in blood."
