“No, Tiny. I won’t. You’ve seen the monsters we hide. They scared you.” I whimper at his words, at the truth I can’t deny. “Didn’t they, Tiny?” “Yes.” “And yet you’re so willing for us to become those monsters again.” “No.” I shake my head fiercely. “This isn’t about you. It’s about me, about what I’m capable of.” “That’s where you’re wrong. This is about all of us!” “Stop it,” I whimper, crying now.
