[He looks down at the plate, and doesn't say anything for a moment, like he's trying to line up how to say this. How to even think it without feeling like he's betraying someone, or something.]
I want to be able to touch someone without violence. Without the promise of violence.
[He curls his hands into massive fists.]
I want a life that is my own.
[And that's the greatest sin of all. The wanting of it, at least, does not suggest that he thinks he will ever get it.]
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I want to be able to touch someone without violence. Without the promise of violence.
[He curls his hands into massive fists.]
I want a life that is my own.
[And that's the greatest sin of all. The wanting of it, at least, does not suggest that he thinks he will ever get it.]