[he snaps back, and as soon as he's free, he instinctively moves away again, like a skittish. he can't be trapped like this]
Who am I, if not the person I've crafted myself to be? The assassin, the killer, the one willing to do what needs to be done when people like you are too fuc-- fucking naive to do it yourself.
You. . . [he's a bit envious] You have a sense of self. You know who you are, right? Even when people try to get you to be someone else? You can still hold onto that, right?
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[he snaps back, and as soon as he's free, he instinctively moves away again, like a skittish. he can't be trapped like this]
Who am I, if not the person I've crafted myself to be? The assassin, the killer, the one willing to do what needs to be done when people like you are too fuc-- fucking naive to do it yourself.
You. . . [he's a bit envious] You have a sense of self. You know who you are, right? Even when people try to get you to be someone else? You can still hold onto that, right?