Underneath that dark, cold, and distant demeanor he's built up there has to be a sliver of goodness left somewhere; a hidden light shining in the dark. A good man could be down in there, hiding perhaps. Or, maybe he's screaming to be let out. Is he trapped in his own mind? Is he just this cruel? Will there be a way to fix him? Can he be fixed?

Or maybe he can't be helped. He might be the dead-eyed man I see before me. He may have changed completely. The darkness could have consumed his very soul, taken the very last shred of humanity left inside him. He could be dead inside, numb to the world around him-to the people who used to care for him. He might be completely and utterly lost to us. Or, maybe not.

I didn't know what to think anymore.