A Legend in Hiding

[Hemlocke]

"They should fear the monster they cannot see, rather than those who waste away serving those who do not deserve who appear to be such. Or fear those like me who will tear them apart simply for breathing in the wrong direction." He pondered what Holiday had said before turning his head to look at him again, he had finished eating by this point and sat silently in bed, arms folded and hands held neatly in his lap. "I figured corporate funding would be better used in the hands of someone who wasn't our for greed. Or for himself, and that's not me. So now it's yours. Besides you already saved my life without any talk of payment so it's the least I could do." Hemlocke stared up at Holiday silently, not sure how to feel, he was almost devastated that Holiday's promise of change had not come to fruition, he was still a heartless monster, incapable of being something else that he desired so badly to be. "I feel as though you were always a good man at heart, you were just too caught up in all the violence and blood shed to realize it, your near death experience only showed you the reality you had been missing, as for me, I feel no different than I did when I collapsed outside your cabin."