[i]This had also crossed his mind. He'd been there before. Right after his father had died, he remembered being so caught up in his own hate that he didn't care about his life. He remembered screaming at Clarkson after a particularly brutal training session, telling the officer to kill him. Crow had scored a vicious swing on Jackson's lower back, and the boy doubled over, on the ground in intense pain. Clarkson had hit him a second time in the face, and drawn blood. He wondered if Riley's bravado was her attempt at suicide. [/i] Riley... if something's wrong, you know you can tell me, right?