...I hated people then, in a way that I can't even begin to fathom now; it was all I was able to feel toward anyone. Even the people I had some fondness for - I tried to kill them whenever I had the chance.
Either kill them or use them or...hurt them, so they wouldn't leave me.
[His voice is remaining as even as possible, but his breathing is going strange and jagged; it's the first time he's admitted this to anyone, and he doesn't seem sure how to go about it, but it's working him up, that much is obvious.]
I didn't care about them, but they were mine, and I wasn't going to let them leave. And even if they did get away from me, I ensured that they would come back. That they would keep chasing me.
By the end of it, the hatred was all I had left. I didn't...have anyone, anymore.
[He's not sure he's making sense; he probably isn't. But the words are coming out harsher, more jagged, and he doesn't seem to know where he should be looking.]
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...I hated people then, in a way that I can't even begin to fathom now; it was all I was able to feel toward anyone. Even the people I had some fondness for - I tried to kill them whenever I had the chance.
Either kill them or use them or...hurt them, so they wouldn't leave me.
[His voice is remaining as even as possible, but his breathing is going strange and jagged; it's the first time he's admitted this to anyone, and he doesn't seem sure how to go about it, but it's working him up, that much is obvious.]
I didn't care about them, but they were mine, and I wasn't going to let them leave. And even if they did get away from me, I ensured that they would come back. That they would keep chasing me.
By the end of it, the hatred was all I had left. I didn't...have anyone, anymore.
[He's not sure he's making sense; he probably isn't. But the words are coming out harsher, more jagged, and he doesn't seem to know where he should be looking.]