After all I've been through, all I've suffered I thought fear had long left me. But here it is come to greet me like and old friend. Like you.
Your standing here in my doorway, admiring my walls like they were built for your pleasure. As if they could be anything but last hope of a hard man.
Because when I look in your eyes I see fire. The same fire that raged inside me until it consumed everything. Fire, to a phoenix is death.