"Yeah," she replies, stretching out her legs. "It's a long story, but he was killed in an attempt to do one good thing. There wasn't even a reward in it for him."

It's something she thinks about, now and then. Did he do it to try to make up for what he had done before? Was it some sort of trick? Why was he even such a terrible person the first place? Was he weak, or just evil? Maybe sick?

She'll always be pissed that he found one last way to mess with her.

"I don't think one good deed redeems someone from so much bad, but," she shrugs, "Ancient history, really."