The worst five years of his life are torn open again as if he never escaped them (he never did. can he? if he saw an Augustine here today, he'd still kill them. Doesn't matter.

Doesn't).

"Oh, just a society of people who decided capturing, experimenting, and torturing vampires was a good cause to dedicate their lives to."

It sounds wrong leaving him in that way. His shoulders slump. He slides down the wall until he hits the floor.

"No one knew before today." He growls even though he is on the floor as if the growl locks him into what he's more comfortable being especially when talking about this. "It's not an excuse."