[He stops, runs both hands through his hair, pressing them down against his head. They need him. Need him. A teacher, a friend, not Frankenstein's Monster, not a freak stumbling through the world searching for revenge. He had his revenge. It didn't give him peace.
Maybe this can.]
I was wrong.
[Behind him somewhere, there's a soft clink of a plate dropping onto the table, full of smiling cookies.]
spam
[He stops, runs both hands through his hair, pressing them down against his head. They need him. Need him. A teacher, a friend, not Frankenstein's Monster, not a freak stumbling through the world searching for revenge. He had his revenge. It didn't give him peace.
Maybe this can.]
I was wrong.
[Behind him somewhere, there's a soft clink of a plate dropping onto the table, full of smiling cookies.]