"It's for the best." [i] He said plainly, that same stone mask over his face as ever, even though it sent a dagger through his heart. He was poisonous to someone like her, someone filled with good and hopes of creation, where all he'd been made for was death and destruction. Things could go back to how they were, him, alone, and with no ropes he could hang himself with. Or hang anyone else. [/i]