"One beast to another," he says. "Nothing stains your hands that does not stain mine, save that which does not exist in my world at all. Anything human in me rotted long ago. Yet here we both are."
He's silent for a moment, biting the tip of his tongue, before he says, "Someone must love the world's monsters, if there is to be any hope for us."
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"One beast to another," he says. "Nothing stains your hands that does not stain mine, save that which does not exist in my world at all. Anything human in me rotted long ago. Yet here we both are."
He's silent for a moment, biting the tip of his tongue, before he says, "Someone must love the world's monsters, if there is to be any hope for us."