Methos took the paper, staring down at it and gritting his teeth. It took all he had not the crumple the offending paper in his fist.

"I could care less for his reasons. He's not the only one that's had to suffer loss. And those Immortals continued on their lives, never making others suffer as they have. I will gladly rid this world of him, if he tries to touch you. Which I already know he plans to do." His expression was dark and feral.