A Grave

Judas sneered.
"Leave her crying? She left me to go to the depths of Hell! She is nothing but another memory, destroyed in my mind, one I cannot understand. A film, a ghost."

Judas clenched his metal fist.
"Fight my brother?! What in the hell are you talking about?"
He smiled.
"Call me a rat again and I'll crack your skull."

Judas sneered.
"Was that a sad attempt at wit? I assure you dear, come time I will show your skull to be as maleable as everyone elses."
He shrugged.
"As for your stories, I haven't any reason to believe you or the lawyers of my estate on what happened or how my brother died. Everyone has an angle."

His eyes flared, usually hollow and dead, they were now pure rage and madness.
"I...told you, not to call me that. I warned you..."
He could hear his father's voice, calling him a rat, right before he bashed his skull into the ground. His house burning, his smiling face, memories flooding.
He clenched his metal fist, his body suddenly flaring with energy.
"W-Warned you...warned you..."

Judas laughed, almost instantly back to his self again.
"It's called emotion, I generally dislike it."
He strode closer to her, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently.
"You haven't really gotten much stronger according to my sensor. Tsk tsk."