[ well that stops her in her tracks. partially because of casually he says “second half”. most people don’t even address it. and mostly because he’s right.
that side craves chaos. to create it. to feed from it. that side is harder to supress every passing day. ]
”It doesn’t matter what it wants, it’s what the first half wants. And I want nothing to do with that.”
"That’s because society has you brainwashed, witch. You think it's wrong to deny what urges lurk within. You think it’s fucking smart to stay away from the dark parts of yourself. That’s your humanity speaking, and you got to turn that shit off, baby. It isn’t wrong for a tiger to shred it’s prey into bits, so why is it wrong for you to do the same? Think Apex Predator, Cass. Top of the food chain. Edge of the abyss and all that crap.
Look over the fucking edge and grow some stones. Reach down and make a nice people sized ka-bob with that freaky talents of yours.
“No. Again, because I’m not fucking psychopath, unlike the second half to this conversation.”
“You sound like Evan. He’s got a little more of an anger problem than you though.”
[ he snorts, rolling his shoulders. ]
“It doesn’t appeal to your second half? Don’t you ever get the urge to get down and filthy? Blood on your hands is a great replacement for lotion you know.”
