_{“i would like to think that… but nightmares bring all the shit back up again.” maybe he should go find his parents and say he had some sort of drug problem or something. if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure what had been done with his body after the demon was forced out. maybe they didn’t even think he was dead. “nothing like good old nightmares of your hands torturing your friend. watching her burn through the window.”}

_{“i would say that would be  a party,” he said bluntly. “torture is one of the few moments we get to see ourselves for who we truly are. no lies, no hidden faces, and no masks.” then again, anything could be a party to ky… even more so when he got the chance to murder. “it’s what separates us from… the low lives  that try to reach for perfection.”}