“You know what’s wrong with you, Captain?” The captain leaned on the table, the burst of rage dying away and leaving fatigue and a headache of Archaic proportions. “Many things.” “You’re a freak, just like me. You ain’t like them. Me—I take what I want and let the rest go. You want them to love you.” Tom shook his head. “They don’t love the likes of us, Captain. Even when I kill their enemies, they don’t love me.
