He was a man before he could be a boy. A man that, as I saw him now, almost eleven years later, seemed like a ghost of everything he had the potential to be. I knew he didn't know me; didn't know who I was, or that he'd known me once. I knew they'd erased his memories, I knew that they were molding him to fit his family name. His childhood spat out the villain everyone else wanted to see. * * * * WARNING: mature themes Viewer discretion is highly advised