She tried to kill me. The last thing I saw were her eyes. She was scared. I know she was, but all I could see was rage. Rage for what I had became. What she, and anybody who stood in the way had made me. A monster, just like my grandfather. They had tried so hard to make me different from him and when they knew they had failed they tried to dispose of me. I will not go quietly. I will not be weak. Not like her. Grandfather failed and I will not. She will not turn me. She will not save me. She had the potential to be more powerful then me and my grandfather combined and threw it away for pathetic dreams of family and love. It’s up to me to carry on his legacy now. And to kill anyone who gets in my way. Even if it’s her.