[It's gettin' increasingly clear that he's witnessing some sort of miniature breakdown. He finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed - the racecar bed that hasn't been slept in for months now. Perfectly made. He's wrinkling the coverlet, disrupting the smooth, even distribution of dust.]
Most of us are bad people, Shadow.
[He scans the opposite wall without seeing it, the unlit room cast in uniform dark.]
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Most of us are bad people, Shadow.
[He scans the opposite wall without seeing it, the unlit room cast in uniform dark.]
Do you want to destroy anything?