He smiled, sitting back in his armchair, carefully setting the bookmark in its place before placing the book on the ground. "Go on then," He muttered, watching the security footage on his tablet. "Underestimate me. That'll be fun." (RP anyone?)
Very well put. It's not right or wrong or good or bad. It's hurt and fear and need and family and damaged people doing the best they can for the damaged people around them. It's ugly and messy and painful and real.