He stares in disbelief, the simple plan he'd begun to lay out forgotten. "You see? You see?! You don't even want me! You like him better, the way he is. A pretty little thing that eats from your hand. Doesn't murder anyone, or piss on the rug.

"You got exactly what you wanted!" His voice pitches up to a scream. "And you're making me pay for your cowardice!"