From an interview at The Pulse:
THE PULSE: How tough is it for you to relate to the Punisher? If you were in his situation – had your family ripped away from you – could you see yourself going over the edge for justice and what you viewed as retribution?
FRACTION: If I was in his situation, and had my family violently, awfully, horribly ripped away from me, I would absolutely go over the edge and above the law for my own brand of bleak, blackened revenge. Absolutely! 100%. I’d be literally out for justice. I’d go totally shithouse and kill everybody I saw. I’d be hard to kill, too, because I’m crazy-into disguises like mustaches and fake accents and things. Even though the mob would surely have me marked for death, I wouldn’t let it stop me. This is because my family is very important to me. The mob would be on deadly ground if the every ripped my family away from me. They’d totally be under siege and I wouldn’t stop because I’d be trapped in such dark territory, psychologically. Much like Frank Castle I think.
Meet Valentine. This little guy (well, not so little — a 68 pound Chow mix) wandered into our yard yesterday. He had ice matted into his fur and an icicle bonded to his collar. No tags, not neutered. We e-mailed his photo to the neighborhood association, posted his picture to KC Pet Connect, left his description with the local lost pet hotline and had him scanned for a microchip. Three people responded and identified him as belonging to a particular house. Fraction walked him down there, but they were… disinterested.
He stayed with us last night and played pretty well with Applejack. We took him to our vet this morning and had him vaccinated, wormed and checked over. He’ll stay there tonight and have a bath with their groomer tomorrow. He’s got an appt to be neutered on Tuesday.
The “plan” at this point is, I think, to hold on to him for a little while and see if anyone claims him (I’m not convinced that’ll happen, as I suspect he’s been abandoned, but let’s do due diligence) and then try to find him a home. He’s a good boy, not trained, but very bright and responsive. Fraction and I spent about 20 minutes doing drills with him and in that time he picked up a rudimentary understanding of “sit,” “come” and “down.” We’ll keep working with him and I think he’ll pick up manners pretty quickly. He’s about a year, year and half old, so he’s hardly set in his ways.
After he’s healed up from his surgery, if no one’s claimed him, I guess we’ll go about trying to find him a good home. We’d love to keep him ourselves, but we just don’t have the room. Besides, Ham would kill us in our sleep.