[He knows what it is. Has known. Just because he's better doesn't mean, necessarily, that he's good; neutral at best, capable of great good and great evil. He will never make up for what he's done, nor will he dwell on it if he can help it (and sometimes he just can't), but he knows what he grew on, what he learned, what he became, what he is still unraveling from himself.]
[One string of himself is wedged in the fan blades of Slevin's whole being, because in Slevin is part of him. Empathy doesn't suit him, no matter how it's couched, just as Cassel is unfamiliar with it and has to skirt around it many days, like it's a feral animal. What do you need to hear, he asked, and all Cassel heard was a snarl. Reminded him of the time Sam broke the news, no, you're not as good at hiding as you think you are. You're a wild animal all locked up, your mask is gauze, you are broken.]
[Slevin is broken.]
[They're such little shits.]
[I don't have a home. He doesn't say it.]
I see myself everywhere. Doesn't mean much. I'm just a vain son of a bitch.
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[One string of himself is wedged in the fan blades of Slevin's whole being, because in Slevin is part of him. Empathy doesn't suit him, no matter how it's couched, just as Cassel is unfamiliar with it and has to skirt around it many days, like it's a feral animal. What do you need to hear, he asked, and all Cassel heard was a snarl. Reminded him of the time Sam broke the news, no, you're not as good at hiding as you think you are. You're a wild animal all locked up, your mask is gauze, you are broken.]
[Slevin is broken.]
[They're such little shits.]
[I don't have a home. He doesn't say it.]
I see myself everywhere. Doesn't mean much. I'm just a vain son of a bitch.