[Better that she understands now what he hadn't fully grasped until after his childhood had been ripped from his fingers. Of all the beasts that have crossed his path, humans remain the most destructive and it's at their hands he feels he has suffered most. It was them whom had created a monster, he thinks - and it had been his own fury and disgust and maddened thirst for vengeance that had fed and reared it.
His smile falls steadily, expression hardening into a cool mask.]
Men are creatures all the same.
[He has yet to forgive them as a race. And perhaps he never will.]
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His smile falls steadily, expression hardening into a cool mask.]
Men are creatures all the same.
[He has yet to forgive them as a race. And perhaps he never will.]