_{there was doubt in the others words. all ky had wanted, all ky had really wanted was to know that he belonged somewhere. true, he was always stuck into two worlds that were pulling at him, but being a good person wasn’t something he ever cared about. nor, did he ever want to be one. hard decisions needed to be made. with out them, he would have still been stuck in an un-ending loop of never being able to get himself under control.} 

_{though, even now, he knew that he never would be able to fully control himself — not while he still had that urge to kill or torture… just to cure the itch that was always under his skin. 
one, that always seemed to come back… no matter what he did to state it, and ignoring it didn’t work either.} 

_{either way, he wasn’t a good man. not even human on most day’s if he was being quite honest, but then again, ky doubted that his words would mean anything, “you’re years too late for that,” he said, “whatever trace of goodness i had… it’s long gone. i made sure of that a very long time ago.”}