"Her name was Violet. And she was my pack's girl." And it's a long story. "She had the ability to control me--my instincts. It was like being under a spell. I killed her to free myself."
It's a long story, and not one she necessarily feels entitled to right out of the gates; she just nods.
"That's what I've learned: people who kill easily, who accept it as a solution, their first one was still out of fear or desperation. Anyone that just... did it is a psychopath."
"That makes sense." A pause. "People have accused me of sociopathy. Just so you know. But I don't know if I agree with them. I think I feel things just fine, when I choose to."
Liar she wants to snap at him, but she doesn't. Just barely, but she doesn't. She does stare at him, long and silent, until admitting that "We need the bad shit, so we know how good the good shit is."
"That's what they say," he says, though he's not sure he agrees fully with it. "I really do think it's more about what we choose to learn from the pain. It's just suffering if you don't use it."
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"That's what I've learned: people who kill easily, who accept it as a solution, their first one was still out of fear or desperation. Anyone that just... did it is a psychopath."
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She's had her eye on him from day one. He feels familiar, and she suspects she knows why.
"Would you choose to when it's not a comfortable feeling?"
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"Yes," he says, hesitantly. "Because I think I could learn from it. Learn to be better, so I don't have taht feeling again."
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