"Everyone is a slave to their instincts, without exception." Aaron said flatly, but acknowledging the instructions he was being given. "I've noticed the way you are around me. The way you look at me. Tell me to my face that you do do because you want to, totally and utterly out of your own decision irrespective of your primal wants. Tell me the lost souls in this degenerate, backwards town do what they do to each other and to you purely because the town requires an ambience and not because they are filled with wrath, lust, greed, pride, gluttony, envy and even sloth!"
Aaron realised he was behaving too heatedly and backed off. Animus knew. He of all people knew. But this mentality of his was one he designed to protect his sanity from a world he hated inside. Aaron was like that once, too. His expression softened.
"Your mother sounds like a smart woman, preparing you for your life ahead from a young age." He absently wiped a table down. Mother...