[He breathes in, in an odd way. He has to stop himself from laughing. It would be too hard to explain, least of all to her. She who doesn't know any better.

"A good man". Well, he supposes he is: by comparison. At least he can think, can feel something other than sadism and rage. At least he can be reasoned with.]

I try. If nothing else, that's always been important to me. Clinging to my identity.

In spite of all that I have lost.