Do you truly believe that? [ His voice is thick with disdain, barbed to cut. This is better than best, it's perfect. It doesn't matter when they're clashing like this that the City is surreal or that Karl is not truly breathing. Everything falls away. This is what he knows -- it lets him forget everything but the tangle of screams in his head of black hair and blue/red eyes. ] How many days would you go without blood, hm~? How many weeks pretending to be innocent and pathetically human -- before you give in to what you are. Attack the first person in sight? Friend. Foe. It wouldn't matter. Because you're a monster -- driven by instinct.

And that's all you'll ever be.