So it was your understanding that had you rip his chest open, slice out his heart and leave him in the black, undying.

At least I know what I am! I'm broken, and I'll never be fixed. But, you, you were the one who kept me broken because you could, and it was convenient, and because broken things will always be yours. If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have -

[ And here he stops, suddenly. Breathes in a shaky breath, his jaw slack. As always, there is an element of selfishness in any of this. You took away what was mine. You took away what I loved. You took away love... ]

At least I know what I am. I'm broken. I'll never be fixed.

You're disgusting.