[His mouth twitches, and his smile is a bandage on a wound.]

Confession is good for the soul, I suppose. And properly done, it requires contrition.

[Which he is...lacking, in this case. He is a monster, merely a less destructive one than he could be, some of which he whole-heartedly regrets, and none of which he quite knows how to stop. Properly done, confession requires that he dedicate himself at lest to trying; another reason he hasn't been in over two years.]

Mostly it just seemed right to warn people he was...off. And I knew I'd need help fixing it.