"Is that defensive? That reaction to others?"
"It's enjoyable, I certainly enjoy watching others guess about me. Speculate, scribble away on note pads or interview me. For all you know, I could be fabricating all this. All your efforts are ultimately futile; which gives me immense satisfaction. It is the ape studying the man."
"I'm detached, so horribly so, that humanity revolves around me like some morbid diorama. Out of touch, out of sympathy. It's almost as if I'm too old for it, but stuck amongst it nevertheless. Little children mill around me, seduced by the Hook-a-Duck or Whack-a-Mole - while I just stand and stare. Is my derealization and disdain shallow, or your emotion? I'd like to experience your kindergarten world for a day, just to see if I could swap my Brown eyes for your Blue."
"Does anything stir joy in you? I feel like when I speak with you, you're a machine, you know? You're 'operating' rather than living. Is that right?"
"Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. I look towards my days as levels, with objectives, with stimuli. 'Schadenfreude' best describes my earthly joys. I take pleasure from watching the little failures in life - delivering the bad news, crushing the best laid plans and turning my back on those who love me the most. I am aimless, but when those sadistic victories come around, there is nothing more directly beautiful and easily achieved than the tears of someone totally robbed of their dignity, their integrity. To corrupt and tarnish is an inexplicably perfect endeavour; to return life to the entropy from which it inexorably built itself. The power I wield when doing this is gorgeous in of itself."
"It's interesting you say that, regarding your behaviour towards women. Can you explain your point of view there?"
"Again, I'm different, but most probably similar to those outcasts. Sexually I am human, my attractions to the fairer sex as strong as any warm blooded creatures. Except, I must bask in Sun to stir my Arctic veins. You know already, my approach remains misogynist. Rather, it has remained on equal footing with my hatred for all life. I place emphasis on them purely because they can take our gaze at will; they can pull my Brown eyes out of formation, if only for an instant. In this, this potent power, I find the fire needed to prey upon them. It must be universal, because there are so many out there like me.
I use people, and using women is the natural progression. In some parts of the world it's also the most acceptable of my hobbies."
"Would you say you comprehend your abnormality? I mean, do you know you're not normal, in that sense?"
"I suppose that depends on your definition of normal. I eat, breath, and sleep like anyone else. I can charm you, and day to day I frequently do. Should I control what urges I have, I can function like any other of our human machines. I keep a semblance of my humanity, as a mask, from which I derive comfort. Because I know I'm superior to you, but I keep that within me. Behind my eyes and firm handshake, I am something so warped you couldn't even imagine. So yes, I do comprehend my abnormality. But I also comprehend your weakness. And I like that. I like it that way."
"You're very predatory. Do you see yourself that way?"
"Of course. But aren't all of us? In the world where we live, predatory behaviour rewards us. It allows me to function. I just take it a step further."
"Could you ever change?"
"Why would I want to? Why would I want to be one of you?"
Edited by El Zilcho, 03 July 2012 - 09:10 PM.