Have you any idea what it's like not to know yourself? Not to know what you are? To wake up and find you're something else, something terrifying?
[His moods are erratic, and he finds himself suddenly desperate and pleading, as if Dorian could absolve him of his sins] I keep looking for him, Dorian, I really do, and he's never there. I followed them, you know, and his scent, it was everywhere, but there was no sign of him. I don't know what to do. I can't fight these urges, I try, but I can't.
And do you know what the scariest part is? Sometimes, sometimes I don't even want to fight them. Sometimes they're the only thing that feels right in the world.
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Have you any idea what it's like not to know yourself? Not to know what you are? To wake up and find you're something else, something terrifying?
[His moods are erratic, and he finds himself suddenly desperate and pleading, as if Dorian could absolve him of his sins] I keep looking for him, Dorian, I really do, and he's never there. I followed them, you know, and his scent, it was everywhere, but there was no sign of him. I don't know what to do. I can't fight these urges, I try, but I can't.
And do you know what the scariest part is? Sometimes, sometimes I don't even want to fight them. Sometimes they're the only thing that feels right in the world.