DISTORTED LOVE
I have to tell you, Lion Vance.
Maybe you'll find it ridiculous, you can interpret it any way you want since you know my story, who I am or what I do.
I don't know feelings like love or friendship, because I was trained to kill in cold blood, but there was something... that tied me to you.
I felt it run under my skin like cold water, and every time I met you, even fleetingly, I felt my heart tingling with feverish excitement.
It all began on a sultry night in 1990, in a remote place in South Africa.
I had to perform a particularly important and delicate task for those I worked: killing two officials at the embassy.
I remember I managed to infiltrate and eliminate my two targets and it was there that our destinies crossed for the first time.
Then you were just a simple soldier, walking around with your friend, when you heard the shots and ran to the scene.
Your companion was the first to fall under my blows, but he did not die at once, while I shot you in the shoulder, leaving you helplessly to watch the death of the other.
I'm still amazed that you didn't waste any time grabbed the gun, looked me in the eye and pulled the trigger. The bullet for a breath, missed the heart.
You swore revenge, for her death somehow or other I became your obsession, your ghost I think you also began to have feelings for me, something.
I sensed your feelings, Lion, hunted me for twenty years, and yet when you were about to catch me, you let me go, because you were afraid to reveal your feelings.
But I must admit, you were the only one in my short life whose strength and tenacity I admired.
There was something between us, a bond going back to the day, other reasons, lives.
Maybe I felt the end coming and wanted to settle the unfinished business, I think it was time...
After our last fight in Los Angeles, where Agent Callen hurt me, I don't know how to explain it, but something inside of me was broken.
My personal demons had resurfaced. I wanted revenge. Because of what they did to me, we learned to kill without the slightest sense of guilt, perfect war machines, stealing everything I had, my innocence and my past.
In D.C., I was able to track down the civilian doctor from the training camp where I grew up first, kidnapped him and had him treat me. You should have seen his stunned face as soon as he saw me, and then I did what I had to do: kill him.
When you heard of the murder, you came to the scene, realizing it had been me, the old restlessness that accompanied you awoke.
I watched your movements and those of your men, and saved even your young officer, from that young lady who thought I was with you, and escaped once more, and took revenge.
of the retired general, he is the architect of everything.
I wanted you to understand the hidden message in those photos I left you: the first showing our training group, the second showing a 12-year-old girl holding a machine gun and a red "Why?".
It was easy to break into your home and sedate the escorts, preferring your kids to be away. I took your wife hostage.
I wanted you to end this, Lion, but the decision was made by your wife, driven by the fact that she wanted to protect her family from a possible threat.
The room saturated with the smell of gunpowder when you pulled the trigger.
I could finally be at peace. The closed circle and destiny that bound us has been broken. You won, Lion.
Let me tell you one thing, just this: I loved you, Lion. I loved you.
