“You shouldn’t be proud of being evil.” “That’s the thing, baby. I don’t see myself as evil.” “Please don’t tell me you see yourself as a hero.” She sounds even more spooked than earlier. “No, I don’t. I just see myself as neutral. Instead of black, white, or gray. I’m colorless.” “You’re an entity. You can’t be colorless.” She huffs. “You’re just black.” “Black?” “Yeah, I give people colors and you’re definitely black, like your soul, heart, and that disturbing head of yours.”
