[ He doesn't blame her for not being there when they had him trapped like a rat in the library, but with the soul comes paranoia and it's difficult to not lash out. The turmoil itself of having two separate entities fighting for dominance in his chest is disorienting enough, making his tone tense and sharp. ]
They don't care. They never cared... think we're the monsters and then turn around and condemn a man to an eternity of torture. [ He spits out the words, the heel of his hand pressed firmly against his forehead as if he can somehow push his thoughts back in order. ]