Ow. Fucking Hell. Haine brought his arms up just in time, falling back a couple steps and hissing as the wounds regenerated. Fucking brat. Haine grunted, twisted, tripped the stupid kid. What a moron.
"You already are, you fucking moron." He kneeled down, applying enough pressure to Sora's shoulders to keep him from getting up. He was wondering more and more why he didn't just shoot him. Curse his inability to disappoint Cake.
"Y' wanna find out who you are? Find your name and your past and some touching shit? Well, fuck it. You have no control--the more people you kill, the worse it's gonna get. You're going to turn on the few people you care about, and then you won't even have them to protect you. I'm not feeding you sugared lies about how you're not a freak, how this killing isn't your fault. It is. You killed them, and it got you nothing. And you're going to keep getting nothing, because there's no one here with the answers you want."
Haine sighed, aggravated. Stupid pyscho kids making him make speeches.
"You want memories, then make them. Someone bears their fangs at you, tear them apart. You're obsessed with the past, but fuckit. You can't go back. Even if you knew, what good would it do? The people you killed had no answers, so they fucking died for nothing."