He laughed harshly. "What<span style="font-style: italic">reason</span>?" he asked, spraying droplets of spittle and blood. "There is no<span style="font-style: italic">reason</span>for you to hate me not. I am<span style="font-style: italic">evil</span>, remember?" His eyes went soft, dropping down as much as he could. "I am evil. We are, are different. You have every reason for to hate me..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I didn't want to, I never meant to---</span>He cut himself off in his thoughts, shoving them behind a barrier so that he would forget, forget that he had only wanted to make his mother proud, that he only wanted the pain and the terror to<span style="font-style: italic">stop</span>, that he only wanted to know what it was like to be<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>!<br/><br/>He shoved it all away, smoothing his thoughts over.