"Out of fear of you and Security perhaps. Not because of me. I doubt I've heard the last from him."

He leans against the bench, letting his hair fall over his face. "He may not try something so dramatic again but I am a victim too him. He will pick at me again as boys throwing stones at street dogs - for the pleasure of causing pain."

His tone is not self-pitying, more considered and aware. He has clearly put thought into where he stands now.