You don't get it. No. It's obvious. If you even had a clue, you wouldn't be cowerin' over in the corner like some wet, shivering, pile of puss that you are. Sobbin' like child. You'd be standing up to me like a real man. It's sad. Cuz the pain *is* gonna come. I *will* hurt you, like you've never been hurt before. The path to this pain that you've chosen is a sad one, indeed. You do know I don't despise you for what you did - I despise you for what you could have been. I abhor your...