Cleaning his brushes as he liked to think of it.
Looking down at the scene of death he reflects on his musings before, about how he should have made her kidnappers suffer more, how they died too easily, too quickly. But that question is now answered. He’d just had a second chance and took it in the exact same way. Even with fifty attempts he knows now that all the training and meditation in the world wouldn’t slow him.
It wouldn’t help him to contain his rage, not in a situation like that. He was glad of it though. It meant he was still alive in a way.
He turns around towards Sarah as she starts crying again, but is relieved to find that these tears, these cries, are not the ones that have haunted him over