don't know what the plan is

Her forehead scrunched at his words. Revenge? No, his actions were not... revenge. They were necessary actions. It was not the intent to hunt this man down and kill him that Bacchus killed him, it was because that was the only way out. It made sense in her mind? Why couldn't she make it make sense in his mind? "It's not revenge," she argued. "It was a necessity." True, she wasn't there, but there was no way he was that cold, cold enough to cause that sort of... cold killer. It was more likely his mind snapped, with the pain, the memories, and he killed the man once free of the influence of drugs forced upon him by the tormentor.