I keep my eyes closed and swallow again. But I'm the same monster that ripped his other brother away from him. I'm the same one who killed his mother after she brought him here...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro