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Killers know killers.

Those words replay in my mind long after Kane falls asleep. I lay awake with Ghost on my mind, aware that his obsession with me is not normal, but neither am I, and that’s the point.

Ghost knows I’m not normal.

Ghost knows I’m a killer.

And while, for the most part, I’ve found a way to accept that part of me that can kill, justifying it as being part of my job, this is mostly to the credit of Kane, who still manages to see the balance of light in me to his dark. I often cannot any longer. But having Ghost see the dark, really see it, seems like something that should bother me.

But it doesn’t, and I tell myself that’s simply survival. I need Ghost to know what I’m capable of doing, who I can be, and how much control I have to be able to turn it off and on at will.

Mostly.

But I can’t arrest someone like Ghost. He knows too much about Kane. He knows too much about me.

That leaves only life or death for Ghost.

I’m not sure either is a good answer.