[D's gaze darkened at her words and he glanced over at his file. Make peace with himself? Who he was? Who he still is regardless of this unexpected transformation? Who would try to use any of this knowledge against him? Why would they try? What would they have to gain?

He sat back in his chair with arms crossed over his chest. It wasn't that he hated himself per se. Rather, he had a hard time looking at the abomination he was. Without feeling the hatred towards those who did it to him. And yet, he helped many of those same people in the past. Did he truly hate them?

This woman reminded him of D's mother. Always trying to show him the good in others. The woman who loved that man...

He wrestled within himself. No, he came to terms with himself a long, long time ago. Now he just aimed to make sure no one else suffered.]

Throughout our lives each of us experiences insurmountable grief. Enough to shake the heavens. And yet, throughout that grief and trial, we find the means to survive and even build love and a foundation for our existence.

[His eyes settled back on Zelda.]

We have more in common than you might be aware.