[This, he acknowledges, is an unfortunate truth. So long and so often he had dreamt of revenge, plotting it out to every last detail – and then, the times he had seen it through without complications, there had been no overwhelming sense of relief washing through him. The past could not be changed, the harm undone. And after, always, came the question, ‘What now?’ What am I to do with myself?’ Still, that bitter, short-lived sense of triumph offers him the closest thing to a taste of happiness, to a taste of inner-peace he is certain he could ever have – and he will take whatever satisfaction he can wring from life.
He snorts softly, the corner of his mouth pulling into a lopsided smirk. Indeed, it's never so simple. Nothing ever is.]
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He snorts softly, the corner of his mouth pulling into a lopsided smirk. Indeed, it's never so simple. Nothing ever is.]