I’m not sure why you think that makes it better. You’re not just a monster, you’re a monster who doesn’t think he can control himself.

I don’t know what you want me to say. That things like you kill things like me? Steal us from our cradles and crash our skulls before we become a threat? Drain us try and throw us into filthy rivers to bloat up like balloons? Slit our throats and wash in the blood? Or that things like me kill things like you? With silver and holy water and fire and faith and whatever the fuck else we can find.

[ He sighs, shaking his head. ]

I love you, but when I needed you to be a monster, you weren’t. And when I needed you to be a human, you weren’t.