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Re: Back at Home...
"There are a lot of times that I wish I could be like you, Kelly. I mean that in the sense that I wish I didn't /feel/ things. I wish I didn't feel like I'd lost everything when my parents and sister were taken from me, I wish I didn't get angry or pissed off when people stare at us. I wish I didn't hate John King. Some days, I think what killed my dad was his emotions; he let revenge become his life when I wished to God that he'd have made my sister and me his life instead." Melissa says.

"Sometimes, I think my parents would be ashamed of me if they saw me now, if they could see the person I've become. I've had demons offer me more power than I could ever ask for if I sold them my soul. And I've been /so/ tempted, just because it might mean that I can make the bad people out there hurt as much as I do.

Some days, I wake up and think I could be one of the good guys. Other days, I know I'm just one spell from going over the edge and not coming back, Kelly. And the sick thing is is that I can't tell who I want to be more." she says.

"But it felt good making Kine pay for what he did to all of those young women. It feels good when we bury some son of a bitch who gets off on misery and death. I'm not one of those people gets off on the suffering of innocent people who've never wronged me, so I hope that makes me okay." Melissa says, thinking over everything Kelly has said.

For years, killing both Wilson Fisk and John King has been her sole priority in life. She's put it above finding a way to help her father, above aiding Bree, or establishing any meaningful friendships or relationships, other than the one she's created with Kelly. It's even gotten in the way of her friendship with May, who was really the best friend anyone can ask for. She'd seen what the desire for vengeance above all else had done to her father. It made him a shell of the man he once was, a ghost. It made it easy for his enemies to surround and destroy him.

And Melissa had spent the last three or four years of her life making sure everyone remembered the Hood--no, remembering Parker Robbins--because if they forgot him, then she would forget him, too, and then he really might as well be dead. She'd spent so long hero-worshipping and building up the memory of her father that she was now forgetting herself.

"Killing King would probably make me happy for a while, but not forever, but he still has to pay. My mother's killers have to pay, too. But...I can hold off on it to set up the kills and get the right people in place.

Someday, I won't need revenge to get by, Kelly...but I'm pretty sure I'll always need you." she finishes, finally getting into the bed fully to curl up with her girlfriend.