[He likes that smile. To him, that's the real John. The monster lying in the center of an angry little boy. There aren't many like him in a place like this, not when they're being brainwashed with the dreams and hopes of a day where all will be equal and holding hands to the sound of We are the world.
He doesn't care about any of that. When they found Petre it was too late. There was no boy left, just the monster.]
It's the way I see it. [and he leans back, relaxed again. Like he doesn't have a swollen eye after all.]
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He doesn't care about any of that. When they found Petre it was too late. There was no boy left, just the monster.]
It's the way I see it. [and he leans back, relaxed again. Like he doesn't have a swollen eye after all.]
Isn't it the way it is?