Now the introspection really starts in earnest. There are a few moments where Harrow tips his head and opens his mouth as if he's sure he's got the answer, but he stops himself after his first breath and returns to analyzing the situation. He'd felt so confident when he said it earlier, so why is it so difficult to explain himself?

"Because..." he finally tries, his body still, his eyes fixated on the painting behind the doctor. "Because I... I'm a thug."

He clears his throat. Once he's said that, his thoughts come out more clearly.

"Because when someone insults me, I wanna hurt 'em. Because when I meet certain people, I wanna make 'em scared of me. I feel better when people are scared of me. I wanna be the strongest, scariest thing when someone acts special or tougher than me. I thought that was just 'cause I was undead, but..."

Again he runs his hands through his hair, and he shrugs.

"We tried to switch our bodies and it didn't work. I got mean with Viatorus's family member. He called me a 'construct,' and I threatened to hurt him, and then... Then it was a big fight, and..."

He purses his lips again and falls silent.