Shadow felt his heart jump slightly at the words that Spyder spoke so casually. Indeed he had forgotten how to kill, whether he had forced himself to or just never bothered to. He drew a breath and looked at his brother. "And what would you expect me to do? Just kill the fuckers?" he asked. Spyder laughed and shook his head. "No, no. I don't expect you to walk up and just kill the fuckers. What I do expect is for you to have it in you. Just think of everything anybody has ever done to you and use it back against them. It's your father that beat you, your mother who let it happen. It's every fucker who ever trashed you and let you think you are nothing..." He paused and grinned, leaning in by Shadow. "It's the girl who broke your heart. That you gave yourself to in body, mind, and spirit and then walked all over you." He said gruffly in his ear. "You gotta make them feel how you do. Are you angry enough to give it back?" He stepped back and looked Shadow over, grinning at how he seemed to be shaking with anger, the fire in his eyes. It struck him familiar, knowing he saw himself in this young man. Something haunting, yet it excited him. He wanted to take that final step in bringing Shadow back, and this was it.