[ He chooses who he kills. He is not defined by insanity, but by how he overcomes it.
Zane's face goes carefully blank, and he slides up the sleeve of his right arm. Digs the thumb nail from his left hand into the flesh. It's clumsy. It's raw. But he presses until the bite of pain reminds him that he doesn't have to listen. Presses until blood starts to drip.
For all that's on his face, it could be that he doesn't care at all. That this is nothing but an experiment, a lark.
He doesn't speak. Cassel can turn around, and see, or go. ]
[spam] warning for self-harm
Zane's face goes carefully blank, and he slides up the sleeve of his right arm. Digs the thumb nail from his left hand into the flesh. It's clumsy. It's raw. But he presses until the bite of pain reminds him that he doesn't have to listen. Presses until blood starts to drip.
For all that's on his face, it could be that he doesn't care at all. That this is nothing but an experiment, a lark.
He doesn't speak. Cassel can turn around, and see, or go. ]