(Disclaimer: Tigreb perspective.)

I entered the room and closed the door. I saw him staring in confusion.
"Tigreb, what are you doing here?" he asked.
I went towards him, and as tears started flowing, I slapped him in the face. Once again, his eyes turned that dark shade of green.
"Did you... did you really tell him to be grateful that the bullet was in his stomach?"
He stayed silent for a moment, then answered: "Yes, I said that. So what? You know me, don't you? You know I'm a killer. Why are you so surprised?" he asked.
Listening to those words, I sat on his bed.
"Yes, I know you are, but I never thought that you were proud of it. Let me ask you a question: Did you really want to kill him?" I said.
"Why are you here?! I understood my father talked to you, but why are you here? What did he say?" he asked.
I stayed silent for some seconds.
"He told me...