“It is who I am!” he snapped, raking his hand over his head. “You are getting generous glimpses of what lives inside of me. What I have dedicated my existence to never setting free. Years, I’ve had to learn to rein this in, and I’m losing control of it!” “And in spite of what I’ve seen, I still love you.” “If you knew what writhes inside of me. In my head.” He thumped the heel of his hand against his temple. “I would still love you.”
