[...] The divorce papers came in the mail. She already signed them and he knew she sent them to him without really reading them. There was maybe a point where he could have said no, where he could have said "no, i dont want to, no, i cant". Leon pushed the folder back across the desk. He sipped his lukewarm whiskey, hating himself with every fiber of his being, and watched her go, thinking - wrongly, as it happened - that he would never see her again. They would have been tossed around, washed up on the rocks, and there would be nothing left to salvage of them - smashed to splinters, lost at sea. Maybe. Like everything else in his life, he wasn't really sure that he ever had a choice. - American Venom.