"...That's not true. I was always trouble. I've always been trouble. My best friend left me in dirt. My wife spent years furious with me. I make people angry all the time. It's so easy to drive people away."

But the thought process clashes. It skims and then scrapes and then digs into that old scar, of being monster, thrashing and screaming against the door. Thinking these very things but worse. Yet Avery was there then too. And Imelda.

His hands press harder against his skull.

"I don't know how to stop," He admits.