Those eyes filled with No pain, no guilt, only the pleasure of killing his closest friend in cold blood. That is what I see in his eyes. That is what I see in my own eyes in my dreams. The warm blood that once kept them alive washing over me as I torcher them. Laughter in my eyes as they withred in pain begging for mercy they know they will never receive! *cough cough* um sorry. Sort of lost controle there.