Everyone has dreams when they are young, and mine came to an abrupt halt. I changed as a man, as a person, and my soul was damaged beyond repair. So I turned into someone everyone would hate because I hate everyone and everything. I’m furious at the world. It's a part of me at this point, and I don't think it will ever change. But then it does change, and if there is one thing I'm not good at, it’s adapting. Hope, Bullseye’s daughter, jump-starts my soul again. I hate it. I love it. I need her. But I can’t have her. She’s my friend’s daughter, for one. For two, she’s way too damn young for the likes of me. Three? She’s got a kid. And everyone knows how I feel about kids. They're loud, annoying vermin. Except after I meet Hope part of me starts to think of them in new terms. Wonderful. Beautiful. Precious. But I have responsibilities. I need the tough persona I've built to do my job. I can't go soft now when other people's lives hang in the balance. How can I love her when hate is all I’ve ever known?