Damien stared daggers at him. He could not believe Bart actually dared to use this against him yet again. Seriously did he forget how it felt last time? Maybe he did remember. Maybe Bart was ready. Hell, he was a lightning bolt on legs. Might be hard to surprise him. And he really want to hurt him much more this time around. As he stood there, he was meeting that gaze, looking into his eyes. Into his soul. And he saw things... disturbing things. "You are some piece of work, you know that? You must really get off on rubbing in salt. In using a past trauma to hurt others, at any chance. Just like Draco in those books."
He took a few steps closer, glaring at him. "I could do that too, you know. But I haven't. But like the Bible says, eye for an eye. What if I did the same? What if I said something about the Grey Man? The one you woke up to seeing on you, keeping you quiet." Damn. He could suddenly understand why Bart didn't like it when he bragged about other guys and stuff like that. Or about his slaves. It cut on a deep, personal level.
There was a sympathetic look in his eyes for a brief second, but then hardened once he remembered what Speedy said about his late cousin. "I know you remember. The knife. Ear to ear, no one to hear. Your angel lost her wings. Taken against her will, violated, then silenced forever. Rape and then murder. You know... that man is in Hell now. He was stabbed in the back, killed in his sleep by a sister of another girl he had raped." Damien knew this, sort of as a connection to that place, and seeing the man.. he knew of the damned soul. He paused, still staring. "You never returned to Philadelphia again after that. Never again. And.... you don't want to go there now, either."