Al stood quietly for a long moment as he considered things.

As many times as he'd been deceived and betrayed, Al didn't get the feeling that the rabbit was trying to lie to him. The myth came across not unlike an earnest, forthright person who clung to their sense of duty and morals. He had known a couple of cops like that. Good men. Honest.

So what exactly was all this, then? If it was true, why pick someone like Al? Perhaps it was penance for all the things he did. A chance to change things.

Not that he expected forgiveness, not after what happened.

"If what you say is true, I..."

He recalls the image of the corpse of the child murderer Billy Kincaid, slain at Al's hands. Of what happened to the lives of young Andy and Eddy Frank after he tried to help them. Of Cyan, who suffered so much because of him.

"...I can only hurt people. But if these things really are going after kids, then point me to them."

This was what he did. This was who he was.

"I'll make them hurt."

A monster that kills monsters.