Aidan lives outside of time. Looking at his exquisite detachment, you might think he was a stone, hard and lovely as the crystal teeth he uses to such deadly fashion, but as the orchid traps the bee, so Aidan lays his snares; without plan or malice but simply because he is driven.
While Neil works in the kitchen mixing concoctions of sugar and eggs, love and absolution, Aidan creates jewelry of desire.
Just as Thanatos has not chosen to be a deliverer of death, Aidan has not chosen to be a killer. Even the Moirai, spinners of fate, did not choose their fate. The role of hero or villain is generated in their genes. The fault line within is not of their making. Men do not choose to be evil; they only choose to follow their passions and pretend they are good. But Aidan is only half man. The two strands of Aidan — mother and father — sway together, the waltz of a double helix, the dance of destiny.