Billy almost sidesteps her to keep up the pacing. It’s clear this is a normal "route" as this section of the room is clear of anything to trip over. Many evenings before bed spent pacing to try and wear his body and mind down enough to sleep.

Well, he’d sleep better if he took the medication that Tae gave him. The bottle sits on the mantle of the fireplace, ignored.

And Billy doesn’t move around her. Instead, he stops and meets her glassy gaze with his own dark one.

"Max," said with a hard tone that indicates stubbornness ahead. "I killed so many damn people after that night at Steelworks. I kidnapped Heather. I killed her and her parents. That stupid lady with her damn plants or whatever the hell it was." Billy’s voice is rising again. It’s so easy to slip into bad habits, including grabbing her shoulders in a hard grip. Not hitting though, just keeping her right there while they talk.

"I’m not a fucking hero, let’s get that shit clear right now. Doing one good thing doesn’t fix all the other shit I’ve done! Doesn’t make me a hero! I’m a bully and I’m learning not to be one while I’m here! So don’t give me fucking titles that I never earned. You got that, shitbird?"