I hurt people. I killed people. And everyone keeps saying it wasn't my fault. That I was being controlled. But it doesn't change what I did. And I don't know how to live with it.
There's an inhuman. Hive. Alveus. They call him a lot of things. He can control other inhumans. You don't just do what he wants. You want to do what he wants. You're happy to. You exist to make him happy. I would have died for him. I was going to, before Lash Andrew broke his control over me. I was going to let him kill me to achieve his goals. I was happy to die for him.
He looked like you. He lived in dead bodies. He took yours when you died. He remembered things about you. And when I look at you now all I see is him.
But I hate myself more than I hate you so I guess it doesn't matter.