"Destruction is in all of our blood, Lettie," he said quietly, "human or otherwise. Everyone on this earth is able to create, and thus they're able to destroy. But if you give too much of yourself to one urge or the other, you may forget which you enjoy more... building things or tearing them apart."
He was silent for a moment, then touched her palm with his nails, traced the lines there with subtle scratches almost too phantom to be felt. "I built this carnival as a haven. Because I was tired of tearing things apart for myself."