The radiating heat of the fire crackles against the night, laminating against the reflection of his eyes. Cardan’s hands stuffed in his pocket as he watches the building of your once, forever home burn to ashes. The screams of your lowly family echo into the night for help, something you held so dearly to your heart. Maybe he might have been one of those things you cherished. Maybe it’s wrong, but things were never right with you, so to hell with it. He had you with thin his grasp, right in his palms, until you slipped away just as he had gotten comfortable.

He was played for a fool. He was never in control, you were.

If he couldn’t have you, no one can.