"I've killed people before," he states. Her eyes widen, but it was no surprise. With the aftermath of the war, she knew no one came out untainted. His entire being was painted with the renaissance of his past. Scars and horrors are written tainting his body both visibly and emotionally. Who he had become was a mirror of his endurance during the war. The darkness swept its way inside him, moulding a form of liquefying essence.