There were men I knew that would’ve killed you for me. I wanted to ask them. Had the money. But Max refused. I couldn’t tell then if it was because she was afraid of you. Wouldn’t have blamed her. I was. Or if it was something else. But I respected her wishes. Obeyed when she said we’d protect you despite what you’d done.
Do you know why? Because despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she’s undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she’d managed to take from it despite all of that, she never believed a word of it.
That woman has been fighting the whole goddamn world since the day she was born. She’s a breath away from winning that fight. For whatever reason, she wants to share the spoils with you. And you’d walk away.
You killed my friend.
I wanted you to know that.