This is so short, but I wrote because I got a review that made me happy and I wanted to write something for them. Sorry about it not being longer, work is killing me and I almost feel asleep writing this.

I had forced Nathan to live when I had no right to. I had risked the lives of countless of people, of women who could end up being his victims, my victims. If he did kill it would be my fault and solely mine. He had tried to stop it before it happened, I made the gamble ,not him.

What was life anyway when you didn't want to live it. This was the second time I had decided someone's fate instead of letting them choose. Just like I had decided that my mother should be locked away against her will. I decided Nathan should live, even when he deemed himself to dangerous.

What gave me the right to decided these things? Was I so arrogant that I thought I could manipulate the lives of others around me? But I knew I wasn't these choices I made were what I thought was the best for them.

Gideon said if he kills we will catch him, but that would be one less life, because of me. That was only if we caught him after one kill and that was highly unlikely.

I saw myself in him though, I could relate and if he was dangerous wasn't I. I who had to have everything go from left to right on my desk and had to put on my pants before my shirt and never the other way around. I who looked at the bodies now without blinking unfeeling just total nothingness.

One of the most well known signs to a serial killer was not having empathy. Could I become dangerous as well? Should I end the chance and kill myself, make sure I never killed anyone, ever. Should I had let Nathan die and kill myself afterwards.

But I knew this wasn't the right choice either, even as my hands wouldn't stop shaking with those types of thoughts racing through my head. I knew I could help more people stay alive helping put away the killers.

Maybe one day he'd be better to, maybe he'd help stop, killers as well.