[What if I want to, is what she doesn't ask him, doesn't want to ask him; she has to hide it in her chest until she decides whether it's shameful or beautiful. It's a mystery to her right now, whether she should believe in Hannibal or Alana, or Will, who falls somewhere in between - or Ben, who falls somewhere outside of the spectrum.]
[Her fingers tremble, fists clenching, like she wants to hold on to something. She does, but doesn't. If she leapt forward now and grabbed for Ben, he might just snap her neck.]
The - sharpness.
[It's the best she can explain it. The part of her that wants to hurt, that feels strong from hurting other people instead of letting herself be hurt. The part of her that no longer cares if she's a sociopath. Just doesn't give a damn at all.]
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[Her fingers tremble, fists clenching, like she wants to hold on to something. She does, but doesn't. If she leapt forward now and grabbed for Ben, he might just snap her neck.]
The - sharpness.
[It's the best she can explain it. The part of her that wants to hurt, that feels strong from hurting other people instead of letting herself be hurt. The part of her that no longer cares if she's a sociopath. Just doesn't give a damn at all.]