Paper Cages

When Grant had become what he was (not who he was because he wasn’t a person anymore), it had been with the sole intent of finding the man who had stolen nearly two years of his life and then disappeared. Doing this—going after petty criminals—was a way to pass the time, to atone for what he had done during those seven-hundred-and-thirty days, although some may suggest that not killing people and possibly volunteering at a soup kitchen was more apt because you don’t use blood to wash away blood.It didn’t make him feel better. It was just something to do.