But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men's matters.

Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

He finally found someone like him. Someone who shared his abilities, someone who understood what he had to go through every day. And she turned out to be bad. Evil. A murderess and a thief. That hurt more than not knowing if he would ever find someone else out there like him.

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day: / Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

Behold, I come as a thief.

The revenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer: when he meeteth him, he shall slay him.