Revenge.
Ahhh, what a beautiful word. If Revenge were a woman, Damon would've run up to her, dropped to his knees, and asked her to marry him on the spot.
Whoever said getting revenge would make you less clearly had no idea what they were talking about.
Or maybe it was that ridiculous nonsense about forgiveness.
Actually—Damon believed in forgiveness.
He would absolutely forgive his enemies.
After he got his revenge.
As for that tired old saying about how killing your enemies in revenge only meant the number of killers stayed the same?
Bullshit.
No one actually cared about that. If someone slapped you on the right cheek, you weren't supposed to turn the left.
No.
You slapped them back—harder. Twice, maybe thrice. Basically, as many times as it took for them to get the point.
Right and wrong? That didn't matter. It never did.
Should he feel guilty for killing her children—those innocent monsters?
No.
Why didn't she feel guilty for trying to kill him?
