"Actually, it is every day for me," he reminded him. "Usually 'Shut up you fucking Nazi psycho. Or blaming him for what he did to me."
Colin sighed. "Yeah, I've been told that before," he said. "And good for him and yeah, but some of us didn't get that lucky. He doesn't get it and I don't want him to find out the hard way why people avoid us."
And he was insanely jealous. Not only had he had his life ripped away, he's ended up a crazy fucking monster with voices in his head. He'd take a tail or whiskers or scales or whatever. Anything but becoming like Dom and Zero and Anders.
He sank the two ball and shrugged, lining up a shot for the six ball and missing. "You just need more practice," he told him as he stepped back.