It's more... they found that piece of you. Made you aware it was there.
[looking down at their hands, blood long gone but still can clearly recall it, and the murderlust and sheer giddy excitement he'd felt at the prospect of finding each person and winning his little "game"]
Last time, in that house... it wasn't anyone I was especially close with--except A. [and his brow furrows because his memory of those killings are... not really there. anymore. stupid memories.] There was a lot more... anger. And fury. On top of the isolation and-- [loneliness. he takes a breath.]
I didn't just kill that person, then. I did tear them apart. And then got to admire my handy work for some time after, while in the mirror. So, this time... I thought of that, except with someone I actually...
[so. yeah. he knows. he knows only too well, and he's never been able to figure out how to feel about it, which is why his shoulders come up a bit defensively even while he looks up at Fox again.]
Re: Day 156, evening
[looking down at their hands, blood long gone but still can clearly recall it, and the murderlust and sheer giddy excitement he'd felt at the prospect of finding each person and winning his little "game"]
Last time, in that house... it wasn't anyone I was especially close with--except A. [and his brow furrows because his memory of those killings are... not really there. anymore. stupid memories.] There was a lot more... anger. And fury. On top of the isolation and-- [loneliness. he takes a breath.]
I didn't just kill that person, then. I did tear them apart. And then got to admire my handy work for some time after, while in the mirror. So, this time... I thought of that, except with someone I actually...
[so. yeah. he knows. he knows only too well, and he's never been able to figure out how to feel about it, which is why his shoulders come up a bit defensively even while he looks up at Fox again.]
Would that have been better?