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The team thought that Reid was afraid of the dark. They were half-right.

He wasn't afraid of the dark, but of the things that lurked within it. Not monsters like in fairy tales; those that he saw. Because they often struck at night.

He loathed the dark, as well, because in the dark his memory could play back anything it chose, and he'd have to listen, to see, to feel the memories.

He would think of Maeve in the dark, but not the Maeve he wanted to remember. He would think of her dead body, her lifeless, glossy, eyes that stared back with none of the love that he'd dreamed of.

The dark was as evil as those he hunted, and that was why he was terrified.