"I'm listening to you, but you're telling me that I'm gonna turn into some fucking monster and lose my humanity. I don't have humanity, sweetheart," he said, an edge in his voice of desperate bravado, his face turning sharply away from her.
What had been sulky and moody about being abandoned was now angry and hurt for an entirely different reason. "You knew and didn't fucking tell me? When were you going to spill it? When I was totally fucking blind and had like, horns or something? Jesus H. Christ," he snapped, staring fixedly at the wall in the dark corridor.