Unremembered

He heard her words, though they sounded as if she was trying to convince herself of their truth more so than him. Her reasoning incited disgust, her claims to enjoy taking his life immediately played Butch's death over in his mind. Towards the end of her speech, he gave a slight nod of recognition.

"I see.." His eyes dropped away from hers, his gaze shifting off to the floor for a moment while he collected his thoughts. Taking life was never something he enjoyed, even in his most crazed state against the most reprehensible of villains. He felt lust for violence, but never for death.

"Skyler, was it?" His eyes quickly trailed back up to her, his furrowed expression seemingly analyzing her. Though his presence was intimidating, in reality he held a concern for her. The path she may take, or perhaps may have already taken is a road he knows all too well. "You neglected to share that."

"You seem driven by selfish motivations under the guise of heroics." He immediately followed up, his words harsh and his voice stern.

"You refer to your victims as trash, but you're a murderer yourself.. What makes you any better?" Though he didn't raise his voice, sorrowful anger seethed through his words. Deep down he knew he once sounded like her, that if he hadn't left he may very well have fallen down that path. Perhaps, subconsciously this was therapeutic. As if through her he was reflecting on his own inner demons.

He cut her off, having no desire to hear her answer. "Don't play the hero." He stated contentiously, the raspiness in his voice showing strongly. Seemingly done with their exchange, he turned his back to her once more. "Be one." He stated harshly over his shoulder before looking ahead.

I am whatever I needed to be.

Those words rang through his mind, similar to something he once told himself. There should always be a limit, but he can relate to being something else entirely.

His expression and demeanor remained apathetic, but hearing the sorrow in her voice struck something within him. Over his shoulder he saw tears running down her face, though it was quite obvious from the tone of her voice. This brought a feeling back he hadn't felt in years, compassion for another person. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was just because she was a woman. He didn't understand it himself, but he knew one thing; he didn't want to see her like this.

Pain turned so his side was facing her, his icy eyes looking on her once again. His expression attempted to soften, but with little success. He had lost that ability long ago.

"You can be more than that."

His raspy voice stated galvanizingly. Immediately, he turned away from her once more and looked to the sky. He had some things to look into, whatever happened here today just didn't sit right with him. Pain had a sneaking suspicion that these events were planned out. Something else had to have aided in the destruction of this building, what it was he intended to find out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something that furthered his suspicions. A smoldering piece of debris, scorched in an oddly familiar way. He moved towards it and knelt down to one knee.

With one hand, he scooped it up off the floor and held it out before him so that he could examine it. Though it would have instantly melted through the hands of a normal man, it did nothing more than singe the skin of his rough leathery hands. The debris glowed faintly, like a small orange star in his hand. He knew exactly who was responsible for this.

"Randall..." He growled under his breath with a slight snarl, the anger immediately showing on his face.  With that utterance, he crushed the super heated rock in his hand with ease. When he opened his hand, only smoke and pebbles remained which were quickly swept away by the wind.

Pain rose to his feet and immediately leapt from his position into the sky, seemingly in a rush. Before he did anything about this, there was some one he had to see..