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dots spread over the black
abyss. He slumped against his seat, the back of his head hitting
the cushion at the top of the seat.
     
    “Imagine living with the knowledge that you
killed your own parents. That you killed what they stood for, and
what they raised you with.” He turned and faced Qyro again. “That
was the punishment. I face it every moment.”
     
    I killed my parents … I killed my parents
and my brother.
     
    “I faced the punishment for it all.” he
said, feeling the bitterness in his own tone. “I went on. And it
was brutal. It was the hardest thing alive, that I could have ever
done. But I somehow found the strength to do it.” Absently, his
hand hovered over to the fang like object tied around his neck. But I won’t be able to find it again … because he’s
gone.
     
    “What do you mean?” asked Qyro, his tone
dipping to a whisper.
     
    Ion looked at him with a faint smile. “My
master, his name was Jedius. And after everything, when I’d
realised the horror of what I was … that was when he found me. And
that was my darkest time. But Jedius taught me that there was no
escape from what I’d done, except to face it and score it out for
good. He led me in his noble ways, and made a good person out of a
brutal killer. And when he finished, when he’d finished training
me, I found the strength to do what I needed to through him. I
needed to find and bring down every one of the crime organisations
and terror organisations that I’d hunted and killed for. That was
the only way to make a greater good score out the evil, and I knew
I had to do it. For months after Jedius had finished training me, I
tracked down and took apart every one of the rogue organisations
I’d worked for. But when I was done, I knew couldn’t go on any
further. A part of me felt like the murderer within me couldn’t be
forgiven at all, and that whatever I did, there was no way to amend
those things I’d done.” He drew in a deep breath. “I almost felt
like I wanted revenge against what I’d been earlier on. The
anger was unforgiving. And it prevented me from doing anything at
all in this world, because I felt like there was a world within him
I needed to tackle first. A world of pain, guilt and regret. That
came from my past.”
     
    He turned and looked at Qyro, who was
listening intently.
     
    “In fact,” he continued. “I turned down
Mantra and the other Nyon when they approached me for help …
because of that. Because I couldn’t think of facing or doing
anything in the world outside, without first facing my own self,
and getting rid of my ugly past. The anger didn’t let me move on
and do what I knew I had to do.” He could feel the pain in his own
voice. “It was all locked inside of me. And I wanted to get rid of
it all.”
     
    He remembered Jedius’s advice to him from
earlier on:
     
    “ I know you have much anger and guilt.
And that what you are doing now, is trying to vanquish them. But
you have to learn to bear them and do what must be done. You are
struggling with the past, Ion. And as an effect, you are
compromising on the present. You need to forget whatever happened,
and move on.”
     
    He looked away, blinking away tears. The
memory of Jedius passing on, and leaving him with the mission he
had lived for … Ion knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He just
wished he could have his master’s words to console and guide him
all through.
     
    Ion turned to find Qyro’s gaze lingering
over him. But even after learning this dark secret of his, there
was no anger or disgust in Qyro’s face. If anything, there was
softness and pity … He almost seemed moved. But Ion knew that this
was only because he had heard the whole story … upto the
end.
     
    “We all come with our pasts, Ion. sometimes,
dark ones.” Qyro sighed and looked out window. “The only solution
to a dark past is in moving past it. Because what’s done is done.
And only if we move past them, can we learn from