"Because the sadder someone is, the better it is. Especially if I can stay with them. I thought who would have more self loathing than the guy that endangered, like, pretty much everyone? Clearly I was wrong." Harrison didn't look like he was remorseful in the least--not this new, speedy Harrison.
His hands are still on the glass. His left one shifts, but it's still the same. He tries to put it into words.
It's difficult, not because he's lying--lying would do absolutely no good to him now--but because he doesn't quite understand it himself.
"I just... need them to. I need them to do it. I need to be the one to build them up and knock them down, and the feel of it.. The taste--it's like nothing I can describe, it's better than sex, I--I need it. I need their last spike of desperation. I don't want it, I need it."
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His hands are still on the glass. His left one shifts, but it's still the same. He tries to put it into words.
It's difficult, not because he's lying--lying would do absolutely no good to him now--but because he doesn't quite understand it himself.
"I just... need them to. I need them to do it. I need to be the one to build them up and knock them down, and the feel of it.. The taste--it's like nothing I can describe, it's better than sex, I--I need it. I need their last spike of desperation. I don't want it, I need it."