As she pours out her story pure rage begins to consume me.  Again, and I dont know how.. I am filled with the images.. detailed images, smells, tastes... of her abuse.  I see their faces too.  Faces I will remember.  Faces I will find.  I will hunt them.  They will know suffering as no man has ever before known.  The rage is killing me.  Ripping me apart.<br/><br/>I begin an inward struggle not to phase out.. not to begin my hunt now.   As he story comes to a close the images slow but how they shall haunt me.  I have never been able to feel a humans pain.. to see them... to know them... to become one with them.   How is this possible?<br/><br/>I look down and see that at some point I have slid close to her and held her hand.  This like the emotions and images I am getting from her make no sense to me.  I cant even begin to understand at the slightest what is going on here.. and then my words finally come.<br/><br/>"Julie...I..."  I realize there is a very dark edge to my tone so I flush the anger deep for a moment.<br/><br/>"This..  yes, that would be a reason... I hoped it was the other..  What you suffered..  no being should ever have to suffer.."  Before my next words come out a look of revenge and a look of pure protective desire and strength fills my face.   My voice is low...  my features almost dark.. "... and no one.. will ever... do so Again..."