Not everyone had a chance to start a second life on a clean slate. Even though the battle was over, her trauma and regrets haunted her in her nightmares, and the vacant spots at the table were constant reminders during the day.
So it wasn’t fair that the monster behind the devastating war would be allowed a new life with no memories of the atrocities he committed.
“I know who he used to be, but his mind was completely wiped as punishment. The current him has nothing to do with his past self,” her mentor said.
“But he still looks the same. Give him to someone else.”
“I can’t think of anyone else who wouldn’t try to take justice into their own hands and abuse him.”
She raised an eyebrow. “After what he’s taken from me, you think I won’t do the same?”
“You’ve always stayed true to your values, even more than me. I can’t think of anyone else but you,” her mentor insisted.
It sounded like a cop out. Pretty words in exchange for dumping an unwanted burden on her. But she knew her mentor was right. If everyone who wanted to beat the now amnesiac man black and blue formed a line it would be long enough to wrap around the world.
She sighed. “Fine.”
They walked out of the kitchen to the living room, just in time to catch the ex-villain rush back to his seat as he tried and failed to hide the fact that he’d been eavesdropping on their conversation. She pressed her lips together in annoyance. Eavesdropping was nothing compared to the other things he had done, but it wasn’t a great second ‘first impression’ for either of them.
“Your room is downstairs. Last door on the left. It has an attached bathroom. You aren’t allowed anywhere else without my permission. Am I clear?” she said.
“Yes,” he said docilely, a complete opposite to his almost aggressive confidence when they clashed in the past.
She scowled, making the man flinch. But the scowl wasn’t meant for him. It was for herself. How was she supposed to live with him when just looking at him reminded her of the murderer he used to be?
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