[Midnight isn't incorrect. He wants to bear the ugliest part of himself, reveal that part, prove everything wrong and right and see? See? I knew it all along.]

And what part of me should I share, hm? I've worn many masks. Perhaps the unspeakable things I've done to survive? After all, in order to use Sylvian's skills, you must have an affinity with her. Do you know what that means, Midnight?

It means showing love. That's a broad definition, you would think, but for most people that's easy. It's just sex. And I was certainly encouraged to have her gifts when I was a boy. When they disappeared on me one final time, I used those gifts to get by.

You think you want me. But you don't. Not really. I've afforded myself to love once and even then, it wasn't enough. [Daan reaches up and touches his eyepatch. His hands are steady, even if the rest of him trembles.]

It never is. What a fucking sham.