Alex sighed and sat down in one of the cafeteria seats and gestured her over. "That wasn't all of it, you probably heard whispers mixed in with it all. The stuff that stoked the flames that were burning me down from the inside out. Those were the things that people whispered afterwards. Some guards understood-hell some of the ones I injured understood. Some of them though who particularly hate us.. they used it to fuel paranoia of our danger. Some would say that I seemed better and others would say that the destructive beast was just lurking under the surface."
The whispers flashed through his head stronger now. "He seems better, maybe he was scared?" "Are you kidding? They probably drugged him, just wait till the rabid beast rears it's ugly head again. It's there.. right inside his skin, lurking just under the surface.."
Alex sighed deeply and looked to her. "I let something personal slip out there, I hope Three didn't hear, he'd ask questions, I know he would. He's like me, inquisitive. The thing that my therapist, Dr. Liszt, once told me. 'If there's one thing I've learned from studying people of all races and species, it's that evil is just a word; under the skin, it's simple pain. If ever you feel you are evil, remember that it's only pain. Pain trying to escape.' It seemed like he knew from personal experience. Like a lesson he was passing on. I asked him how we stop our pain from consuming others."
Alex drifted off and stared at the floor.