Darius was startled by the touch but instantly relaxed. He stared out at the Carrington grounds and frowned. "I was just reminded of someone. He was the only friend I'd ever had, but he was a terrible man. He's gone now. But.. thinking of breaking people ... it reminded me of him." He was terrible, but was Darius so much better for sticking to his heels like a well trained pup? He did a lot for him, and he hated that he'd have done so much more if the man had asked. The tall man closed his eyes pushing out thoughts, he wasn't going to speak ill or think like that of the dead.