[He tosses the knife aside, reaching out for that towel again and bringing it to his shoulders. He hated the cold, but right now, he hated warmth even more.
The warmth of another human body, of kindness. This girl's guilt was useful, but at the same time he wanted to tear her apart for trying to help him. She had no idea who she was helping.
He wasn't someone you could comfort. The only thing that mattered to him was his revenge. His only comfort was hatred.]
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The warmth of another human body, of kindness. This girl's guilt was useful, but at the same time he wanted to tear her apart for trying to help him. She had no idea who she was helping.
He wasn't someone you could comfort. The only thing that mattered to him was his revenge. His only comfort was hatred.]
Go ahead, fuck off.