Jason watched the girl crying. "Look at that. I helped cause that. I probably scarred her beyond belief and stole her innocent point of view. What kind of monster am I?" He says to himself, seeing a scared little boy version of himself standing next to her in chains, his innocence had been stolen too, and he felt as if he knew how the girl felt. Alone probably, and terrified. Jason growled with anger at himself and threw his sword, watching as half the blade implanted itself in the ground. He turned and stormed off towards some trees nearby. "Monsters don't deserve allies." He said as a form of explanation as he walked away. Then once he was out of view, hidden among the shadows in the small group of trees the boy leaned back against the trunk of one and slowly slid down towards the ground. He was no better than those who destroyed him. He was a monster, and embodiment of evil. That's what the boy was. He helped break an innocent little girl. He hated himself. Something deep seeded he didn't think could ever come back arose within his soul, the skeletal hand of fear gripped him. What was he afraid of? Being like them. Then we felt his face become wet as the tears came. What kind of horrible being was he?