I don't belong here, this is so unlike me, and right now it's like I'm feelbing a constant itch in the back of my head that i need to run.
No. That's not the right thing to do.
But I really did percieve what the master was proposing then as LOGIC. NOW I know it's complete and utter garbage but-
I know, but back then it was logic.
Hodgins is right, I wouldn't have lasted a day in prison. I'm glad i copped out.
That makes me think though, how exactly do people keep friends for longer periods of time?
More importantly, how have I kept the few ones at the lab. Despite what everyone has found out and discovered about me, they've paid more attention to what's happened to me over the years than my own family?
Why is that?
Do I owe them?
Why do I feel so terrible and relieved at the same time that the authorities have put me in here?
Zach tried to shut off all the different voices asking him all these questions at once.
All those voices, it's a bit much, especially in your own room where there was nothing but silence.
But worst of all, Zach couldn't get the master's voice out of his head.
He took off one glove and began to itch at his burns.