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"You're a monster." She said. She was sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket held tightly around her shoulders, looking at him. Her eyes were not filled with disgust, they were empty, hollow. The girl hidden behind them, scarred from a childhood fire and yet, full of an inner fire all her own was gone. She looked tired and scared and he wanted nothing more than to hold her. The three words, although one was a contraction and another was two letters had been both what he had been waiting to hear and what he had dreaded most. She was seeing him as he was, as a monster. He'd wanted to hear those words, wanted her to see the truth within him. He had wanted her to see him and be scared. He had wanted her to leave him, to run the other direction and to never look back. He was bad, he was danger, he was called Red for a reason, his life seemed to be dripping the color. His world was painted red and she was finally starting to see that.
He didn't however, want her to see him as a monster. He loved her more than life itself. Reddington had scars covering his back, reminders of his loss and memories of a little girl with a bloody hand and a tearstained face. Fire filled the background as it ate away his life, just as it had done for her. It had led him down a path of darkness and death. It had spurred her along a path of law enforcement and the FBI. They were nearly complete opposites, and yet, their worlds seem to revolve around each other.
The world would forever ring in his head, her voice sounding dull and without hesitation or question.
'You're a monster.'