My only purpose in life was to get Boygan. To hurt him. To kill him. The thought of cutting him to pieces and bathing in his blood was all that was keeping me going. And I feared that my bloodlust was going to get us into trouble. That they, like my mother and aunt, would pay the price for me.
But I couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. Boygan was out there. And I was going to find him.
And I was going to kill him.