“You don’t have a secret fucking language!” Roary bellowed. “It’s all in your crazy ass head. You shouldn’t even be in this prison, you should be in an asylum where you can keep company with the voices in your mind.” Hurt flashed through Sin’s expression and a whine left me at seeing how much pain was shining in his eyes. “I’m not crazy,” he hissed. “I’m built different.” He looked vulnerable for a moment, like he’d been called crazy so many times in his life that it had worn him down to the bone. And I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
stop being mean to him!
