@elenaloveablekotsala​ From here.Â
“Oh, what- Your therapist give you that line?” Frank wasn’t trying to make Sam feel worse- Or take away whatever it was that helped him go on. Frank just didn’t buy into it for himself. “No, see- I can’t move on.” Franks lips moved into a deep frown momentarily as he shrugged his shoulders. “I kill these things because at the end of the day, that’s the only thing I have left. I don’t do it to save lives- I’m not a goddamn hero.” Frank sat cleaning his gun viciously as the words left his lips, as if he was pissed off at the image of someone painting him as such. A moment later he slowly sat his equipment down, and rested his arms on his knees. Silence permeated the room where he’d just snapped, and his lips pursed together before he breathes in deeply. “Not until I take down every last one of them.”Â
