He nodded slowly. To have something sibilantly whispering in your ear, the devil on both shoulders; she knows that. And he's had a devil on his shoulder he'd known was there, and another one egging him on, cloaked in destiny.

He couldn't bring himself to hate his mother. So he hated Zhang all the more.

He was born broken. He's figured that out. That's his birthright.

"I used to be able to keep it quiet, but...even running myself ragged, I can't anymore. And being here's the only thing that helps for any length of time."