“I think… without his memories, he’s a different person—the person he should’ve been if something hadn’t made him go all creepy.” “Do you really think anything could make him that creepy, though?” Keefe wondered. “Or do you think there was something in him that was just waiting to snap?” “I have no idea.” She also couldn’t decide which thought was scarier: that there could be something fundamentally evil in someone that guaranteed they’d turn bad someday, or the idea that any person, under the right circumstances, could end up a villain.
