Carion smiled as he listened to him and replayed his words in his head. 'It's better to live with the pain and use it as fuel to move forward, eh.'
He felt it was a very wise saying; it was good advice. Klaus knew it, too. But when he said it, although it made Carion feel good, it didn't bring back very good memories for him.
That advice was given to him by the old man who was his teacher on the streets, the one who taught him how to move between the small and big mafias in that world when he was a young man looking to fulfill a dream.
That man who was like his life teacher, one of the few he considered friends, later betrayed him. 'Although you failed to kill me, your advice still seems to be valid, old man.'
In those days, he didn't follow that advice. The loss of his family at the hands of arrogant bastards would always use it as fuel, but he didn't want to remember the past with pain. He didn't want to use that pain as fuel.
