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His voice was full of self-mockery. He'd made himself the bad guy, the one who didn't care. The one who was always sarcastic, and mocking, who was willing and able to be violent at the drop of a hat. Who solved his problems with bourbon and violent outbursts. No wonder Elena gave up on him. He was a lost cause. No chance of him changing.
"She always made excuses for me. Defended my actions. But, there are no excuses. I enjoy killing. I do it because I like it, there isn't always a reason." He closed the gap between them, putting his hands gently, but firmly on her shoulders. "Tell me how that doesn't make me a bad guy, Katherine. It sounds like the actions of a monster to me."