"The worst of our kind, a killer, a true killer; she enjoyed it thoroughly," He shakes his head a little, "Played games, changed the world for the worse," He frowns; if he could still cry, he would, "She hated me, rightfully so, but it was more than that, if she just hurt me, just killed me I could understand, I would have welcomed it, even if I loved her, I would have traded it, so she didn't go on to do all that she did." He looks at James, waiting to see how the man reacts, "She killed the president, John, then she tried to kill me, and Abraham, she did kill Abraham, I killed her, I could have saved Abraham, but he asked for his true death..." He scrubs a hand down his face, "After that everyone I ever loved was truly dead."