"Then don't act like one. It's fucking simple, moron." Haine moved fast, heedless of the blades, and picked the boy up by the neck, holding him eye-to-eye. This was getting old.
"You're a fucking idiot, is what you are. No control of yourself at all. If you want to be treated as anything other than a mad dog, then you at least need to be able to fake being something else." His grip tightened for a moment, before he just dropped X, staring down at him coldly.
"It doesn't matter what you are. What do you want to be?"