<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">That was a night he hadn’t thought about in a long time. He had almost forgotten that it had happened, but he could never forget the look on her face as he carried her that night. He couldn’t even remember what it had been about, but he had flown into a fit of rage that even her skills hadn’t been able to calm, and in the midst of it he had thrown a knife. The knife missed, thankfully, but it had come close enough to her stomach to leave a cut from the blade.</span>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">Weak? I have thought many things of you over the years, but weak was never and will never be one of them. You are among the strongest people I know. As for the man you left behind, you were about the only thing keeping him together. Without you, I swallowed him whole.” <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">With that he walked out of the cell and locked her in. At the door he looked at her, his voice soft but clear in the silence. </span>“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He then walked out and up the stairs, heading home to think about events he thought long ago finished.</span>