Darius feigned a low chuckle as he glanced at him. "True friends are stronger than some errant passions. I guess his biggest mistake was he picked someone so low that they only knew how to bite back. Though I guess everyone has..' He gave him a side glance as the bile rose up in his throat as he spoke. ".. a type."

He shook his head and let the club swing down at the grass, practicing his swing for a moment. He rolled his shoulders and refrained from sending the club flying at the other man, he was better than that.

"Some people don't move on so easily because they aren't made of stronger stuff and can just forget the past I suppose. Or perhaps our bond was stronger that even today it hasn't broken so easily..."

Of course Chris was a monster and in some ways he loved and hated that man. He was sort of the type of person he wanted and wanted to be, but he also feared his wrath to a terrible degree. Even to this day he hadn't figured out what he felt more, the loss or the loss of his own closure with that man.