“What’s that mean?”
Aidan sighed. “Sig didn’t kill some bastard because said bastard hurt his family… Sig killed people for the hell of it. So while you did your time, and came out no major threat to society, he came out worse than ever. You got yourself work, and you held it down until you got f*****g lucky with the lottery. And man, you used that luck to change your life, for good and for the better.”
Aidan paused, gathering his thoughts.
“You did something horrible, but it was a one-shot thing. A perfect storm of sorts, something that never would have happened if your Mom had lived. You’re not a killer, Jax, even though you’ve killed someone, even though you’re no pacifist. But Sig? He was a killer, and I think he was born that way. A sick little f**k, even as a kid. He died the way
