I know he means well. I know he's fragile sometimes… but stronger them me in a way. We're both hurting like hell.

I can read the unspoken messages he's sending as he looks at me. I know he's in pain. Somehow, I'm certain's he's afraid to lose me too to this insanity growing in me.

I'm on edge. And I can't help it. So I'm gonna do what I can do best. Hunt as many damn monsters as I can. That's what I was taught to do.

What's dead should stay dead!

So why the Hell am I alive today?