[ There are so many ways he could answer that question, but nothing really feels right. He doesn't know what he is, besides somebody who hadn't feared the darkness. Who had been curious about it, and who found comfort in the voice that had been his one constant companion through every rejection.
He'd never had the freedom to thrive and come to his own conclusions about himself. He has no answer.
All he can do is snap with emphatic conviction: ] A monster.
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He'd never had the freedom to thrive and come to his own conclusions about himself. He has no answer.
All he can do is snap with emphatic conviction: ] A monster.
[ And that's the note he'll leave on. ]