I lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people
You're right. We can't trust him. He attacked my father in the streets. He tried to destroy my house and my family, the same as he did yours.
I'm sure cutting heads is very satisfying, but that's not the way you get people to work together
Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot."
