He was always taking the blame, being hit by an unbearable dismay.
The now flame was pleased with this.
"There actually is someone like this...
Discouraging but exactly what I was looking for."
It burns brighter by the second.
It waits for him to go to sleep, and then rushes deep inside the blood.
A quick flinch is all that he left behind.
And the fire now burned inside, righteous justice, cleansing heat, vengeful blood.
And the real him just now gets out...