"So, any advice about how to handle Hamilton?" Jefferson said jokingly. In some sense. "Heard he's a real loud mouth."
James Madison, a dear friend of his, had a wife who invited him to one her little "squeezes". He was confused at first then he came and understood. Madison's home was filled to the tip of the chimney with people. Jefferson had escaped the airtight party and saw a man he would meet sooner or later: Aaron Burr. No doubt, there was words about this man. Burr had patience, was a good lawyer, a prodigy, and a frenemy of Hamilton. The man was calm and carried a monotone voice, he held his shoulders back and kept his back straight. He had a neutral face, neither sad or happy. It scared Jefferson a little.
"Be careful of him," Burr replied. His voice carried some form of … malice.
Jefferson cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "What's he gonna do? The man is shorter than Madison. As for his position, Washington can always replace him."
"Damaged people are very dangerous," Burr continued. "They have been through hell, they have fought for their right to live, and once the dust has settled, they know they can survive. Hamilton is damaged, and he will do anything to survive."
He felt shivers roll down his spine. People have warned him that Burr was a serious person, that he had a way of making blood go cold. Jefferson watched turn his face to him. This time, the mask Burr wore so well was cracked, through his eyes Jefferson could see a weeping soul. Like the child he saw that was lost in France. It was only a few moments that horrible scene played in front of him. A little boy with rosy cheeks was sobbing and crying, people shuffled past him and some even glared at him, thankfully his mom found him. But Jefferson couldn't get that imagine out of his head. For a split second, he could see that look in Burr's eyes.
"Believe me," He said, "when I say heaven has no wrath like someone who has been mistreated."
Jefferson slouched a bit, leaning closer to Burr, and he narrowed his eyes. "Are you damaged?"
The tip of Burr's mouth curled a little in an unsettling way. "That's the kicker Mr. Jefferson. Everyone, in their own way, is damaged. It's the way they react is what it's important. Some move on, some stay in that sad place, others learn. Then there are some that thrive off it, it gives them motivation and reason. Those are the ones that you need to watch for."
"Would I need to watch for you?" Jefferson retorted.
"I'm not sure, Mr. Jefferson," Burr shrugged, the emotion whipped clean from his face. Hiding the knowing smirk that was dying to be on his face.