The anger was instantly full - at this moment, the pain had spread all over the body, reaching deep into the internal organs.
Can't go back to work yet. His mind was filled with blueprints for setting up traps and building cages. They were too specific and he was afraid of his ability to realize them.
Everything must be unreal, must be contrived and crazy, must be, and there is still room for redemption.
He won't know, but I do.
Come shine through me, BABY, come see, come hear, come feel... Come destroy.
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