Is he a monster? The thought, the question, plays over and over again in
his mind as he lays there, cheek to the pillow. The only thing that's ever
gotten him even remotely what he wanted can't fully be taken from him, but
with Bruce's release, he wonders if he can find it again, if he can just be
himself.
Obviously, being himself did no good at all.
He's not interested in talking right now. Or eating right now. He just
wants to have his angst. No wonder it's so appealing to teenagers, he
thinks, though even that doesn't make him laugh or bring him solace.
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Is he a monster? The thought, the question, plays over and over again in his mind as he lays there, cheek to the pillow. The only thing that's ever gotten him even remotely what he wanted can't fully be taken from him, but with Bruce's release, he wonders if he can find it again, if he can just be himself.
Obviously, being himself did no good at all.
He's not interested in talking right now. Or eating right now. He just wants to have his angst. No wonder it's so appealing to teenagers, he thinks, though even that doesn't make him laugh or bring him solace.