"So really, who was the villain? Was it him?" His speech was muffled, as if we were under water. But I had no trouble understanding him. As he walked faster, he pointed to another figure at the other side of the room. I was completely aware that I knew him, but I just couldn't remember from where. For some reason, I felt guilty. He took my hand in his, moving my finger down the blade. I never even had time to realize that he had looked down at it before smiling at me, a grin that I never thought I'd see again. He moved my hand. "Or was it you?" I felt the warmth of blood on my fingertips.