Oliver—for all that the love I have for him that sometimes makes me unable to breathe—is a psychopath. An absolute monster who wouldn’t feel bad for plucking someone off the street here and now and killing them. He’s not like me. He doesn’t wait for someone to give him a reason before he starts fantasizing about their death. He just enjoys the violence and the blood. He likes the feel of killing someone, and their life leaving their bodies because of him.
