They may call me a monster, but he's the one they don't think is human.
We've traveled thousands of miles together. The things that we've seen-- the things that we've done-- we share a bond that I've never had with anyone else. In all the world, he's the only person I've ever met who's never been afraid of me.
He is not my friend. We don't make small talk or share secrets. When we're not around other people, he becomes as silent as I am-- talking only when there is an absolute necessity. We've spent days together where he said nothing all day.
I know he will betray me.
But I do what he says. I follow him. I do what he wants me to do without question or hesitation.
Because without him, all I will ever see in the eyes of my fellow man is fear and loathing.
And even a monster can't live his life alone.
