The question lingered into an awkward silence, me afraid to answer. Merely begetting more silence, Puck sensed the fear.

"...I think, given the chance. You would slice my throat in my sleep."

"No, I..." lies leaping from my lips, heart pumping full of yes's.

"Hatred makes a man, Lex. He is nothing without the rage. Either condemn or crown yours. When we go out there, I'm going to need that darkness. I'm going to need you to kill every man you see, and if it helps, ...