sh00t:

You killed a friend of mine. Her name was Charlotte and you did it for reasons that had nothing to do with her. 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. 

You killed my friend. I wanted you to know that.