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"Heh.. yea... You keep thinking that." He said awkwardly, sighing. "But anyway, it's true.. your parents really are here, in your heart and all that. I guess that's why I have so many.. habbits... cause they're all in my heart..." He rubbed at his chest lightly.
"There was this little kid in teh asylum, that grew attatched to me. He'd always run around after me, saying "gao, gao!" Like he was some baby dinosaur. Well, at least, he said that's the sound a dinosaur made..."
He looked down, rather sadly.
"He always stayed close, and I'd just ignore him. When one day he Tried to stand up for me, and got hurt. I slaughtered the guy that hurt him, but I guess I traumatized him, and he started to back away from me. It was too late when I realized he was heading for the stairs. When I tried to grab him, he slipped from my fingers and fell down every concrete step. He was likely dead before he even reached the middle..."

"Well.. I suppose.. But that was from the asylum. I was more controlled than when I was on the streets. But I suppose it's from a strange.. weakness I have. I can't hurt kid's physically. I can break their minds in half, but I couldn't halm a hair on their heads by myself. There was this one time I..."
He trailed off, and lookked away. "Never mind... You probably don't want to hear my stories, when you was a victim to someone similar to me."

"I... I've probably been worse, actually." He said, standing up and moving away. "I fed a kid his own dog, once. Raw. I also made another light the match that set a pile of sheet's alight, only for him to find that his parents were in the pile as well. I'm pretty sure, if you go into a childrens asylum, and asked to see the orphans with cuniculuphobia[fear of rabbits], you'll never be able to look at me again the same way."

Shedoe growled at him. "Don't say things like that." He snapped. "Or I'll just proove you wrong. I'd feel obligated to torture some little kid just to proove how wrong you are about me. I don't do s**t like that no more cause I can't be asked to do it. Too much effort, and even more time in that damned asylum. I can't stand that place. I can't stand smiling or laughing. I wasn't allowed to, so why should they live happy lives? Why??" He shouted, smashing his fist into the counter. He was getting worked up over pretty much nothing, simply due to his unstable mind.
To put it simply, he was losing it again.

"It wont work, Crimson Shadow." He seethed, turning to him and pushing him against the nearest wall. "You keep telling yourself whatever it is you think about me that makes you happy. But don't try and bring me into your happy little world. It just makes me sicker."

And with that, he quickly turned with a whirl of his hair, and left the apartment, seeming to dissapear into thin air.