Slowly, but with unmistakable determination and purpose, he rose from the ash-coated floor. He mashed his hands painfully into his eyes, casting away the tears that were left from his breakdown not ten minutes ago. Tears were weak. Tears showed sadness, and desperation, and he had none of that now. All he knew was that he had to do it for them. He needed to be strong, and powerful, and merciless.
He needed revenge.