Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

His temper flares quickly in response, displeased with the answer he's given, but his expression betrays nothing. No, Icy as ever, he continues. He's my father — either we'll do it together, or I'll do it myself. It's his responsibility now, in his mind. Not one he'll take pleasure in, but one he thinks is necessary — or at least, it's easy enough to convince himself of that. His own betrayal and lingering resentment are the true fuel for the fire, but it's too late for him to see that now. He's far too taken with the idea of necessity, a greater good; his own version of justice. And he won't be excluded from seeing it through.