Shawn's POV,
If this was my fate, then whoever decides people's fates must have hated me more than anyone else in the world.
Here I was, standing in the house of the man who ruined me, watching him try to control me all over again, and I was doing nothing about it because I couldn't.
That helplessness burned worse than anything. It made me angrier than the thought that maybe I should have just died with the rest of the crew.
For a moment, I considered ending him. Maybe even his wife too. Then I could take off the mask and disappear somewhere, live peacefully. But how would that make me any different from them?
How would I live with myself knowing I had taken lives, even if they were killers? More than that, how would I live with myself knowing I had done something like that to Jean?
Last night made something painfully clear. It had never been just physical between us. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, it was already too late for that.
