"I'm a murderer, you idiot. I'm much worse." Well. He hadn't ever technically murdered anyone. Not really. Passively, sure, he'd commanded men to do all manner of shit for him once he realised he had that power but personally? No. Never. Tae had. More than once. After their father, it started to go down hill and it just never got any better. "I'm just trying to -- fuck."

He just wanted to help. He put his head in his hands and tried to breath, too many emotions. Since when did he get emotions. It hurt and he hated it, so much. "You're hurting me, you need to stop this and quit. Quit and leave, don't come back. No one will miss your ugly ass so just get out." His voice choked a little by accident and he swallowed, trying to clear his throat.