But I am.

( A terrible, cruel monster who lets himself be led to the bed, sitting on it's edge like a puppet with it's strings cut. )

I am everything he made me, Huan-er, I'm the thing he tried so hard to create. ( He lifts a hand, scrubbing at his eye socket with the heel, the wine bottle in the other dangled loosely in his grip. ) I'm not a good person, I'm not even a real person, I have never been human not since he took me. Maybe not even before then.