A red haze was clouding Goose's vision. It threatened to overtake his eyesight completely but something held it at bay. Concentrating, he realized that Anna was stroking his arm. Curious he looked down and saw that she was jogging to keep up. He sheepishly released her hand and slowed down so she didn't have to jog to stay up with him. What surprised him the most was her apology and her assumption that he was mad at her. With his anger firmly under control now, he could explain some things without revealing the full truth.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't apologize for that excuse of a human being you call Father," he told her as he caressed her shoulder. "I am certainly not mad at you. You have done nothing wrong. I may be a bastard to some people but only when they deserve it. Drug runners and extortionists are my usual targets. Seeing how you have lived had me seeing red when confronted with the asshole responsible. What ticked me off the most was the fact that you had nothing you wanted to take with you. What sort of life does that imply you led? A very shitty one if you ask me. You didn't even bring any family photos along."<br/><br/>The comment about family photos was another slip. He cursed mentally as soon as it came out. He still couldn't believe that she had forgotten him. Well, he hoped that he wouldn't be as easy forget after his plan was complete.