"From a little spark may burst a mighty flame." - Dante Alighieri He is Wrath-and always will be. His anger knows no bounds, rooted deep in his soul and he would be nothing without it. Flint has come to terms with his future, and the sort of man he is. Tender.
Quiet.
Angry...
...and alone. Except there was a man who left as quickly as he'd come into Flint's life. Tragedy struck and Flint's waited three long...