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The Count leaned back in his comfortable chair, and looked at his two friends who also did duty as confidants and bodyguards. “It’s a pity he pledged to cure everyone. I would have liked him to know what it is to bear the burden of killing thousands.”
“He killed Aravia without any remorse whatever, and enjoyed it.” Beech made it sound as if Art had succumbed to bloodlust.
“Revenge, that’s what it was, pure and simple. He didn’t want or need anyone else to die. She killed his first love. I don’t think he enjoyed it. It was just the relief of putting all of that behind him and being able to move on.” Arch’s observations were better than Beech’s as he had spent more time around Art.
“Do you agree he’s growing in the right direction?” the Count probed.
“He kills when he has to, and has
