His weakness is offensive.
It screams at me, its implications are plain. That’s what Daddy tried to beat out of me. I went to war younger than him. I’m BETTER THAN HIM!!!
His weakness also comes from his father. He loved his Daddy I think, that’s why he cries for him. The vamps done him in. Now Drago has fear.
I must destroy him. His fears assault me. They invite me to become like him, tainted, unsure, helpless. Slave to his memories. His memories leave him crying and pathetic.
I wait every night. Secure in my vantage. He leaves the bar, more than a little worse for wear. Every night he walks into my weapons line. Every night I pull the trigger. “Click” goes the boomstick. I’ve slain his weakness with a shot to the head many times now. I pray that this time the monster has died.
