[Crane offers no response to the caress, the affectionate fingers combing his hair. He hears the compliment for what it is. Never is it about his intelligence. Nor about his discipline. Those silver-tongued words are only for his appearance.]

Perhaps that is how you see me. But it is never purely about pain.

[I enjoy dominating the powerful. I enjoy controlling their lives. I enjoy the reversal.]

Even those you think are innocent turn their power against someone else.

[He remembers being victimised by people believed to be kind. There is always some reason they deserve it.]