[ He has it, and so it's his problem to deal with. What good would it do to curse it, or to get mad? He knows, like a moth going to a flame knows about its oncoming death, that he won't stop—can't make himself stop until a case comes along that forces him to leave. He can empathize with both sides of the equation; the monsters just often win out, the bodies left behind are indicative of that.
And yet.
He's never had to hold any of them. Feel the blood bubble out of their throats and onto the knees of his trousers, the warm skin of his wrists. Abigail is too close. ]
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[ He has it, and so it's his problem to deal with. What good would it do to curse it, or to get mad? He knows, like a moth going to a flame knows about its oncoming death, that he won't stop—can't make himself stop until a case comes along that forces him to leave. He can empathize with both sides of the equation; the monsters just often win out, the bodies left behind are indicative of that.
And yet.
He's never had to hold any of them. Feel the blood bubble out of their throats and onto the knees of his trousers, the warm skin of his wrists. Abigail is too close. ]