Here's a quickie. Hope it's edgy enough. [spoiler]He doesn't know how to fit in. However, fitting in means being a coward. It means becoming the essence of blind ignorance and corruption. He with his sphere of influence shields out his kindred, and the society of his breed. Nobody gets in, but anyone who isn't himself gets out easily. So he tarries on in a bustling void, with none to love and none love to give. A negative boon for not falling into the abyssal crowd. An eye for an eye, as they say. He is happy he chose the lesser of evils, but pain still makes itself stated. Only he cooperates with his curse in the way he does. So he remains alienated, either by choice or for the better of others. Chatter and words become a bait for him, but he knows better than to bite the hook, else he'll find himself in a skillet. He tells himself that he'll find people similar to him, but deep down, he knows it won't happen. The thousands of ghoulish faces he'd glimpsed at had no trace of hope for him. If he'd just find the ones most like himself, maybe some folk could enter the sphere. One of these days, pal. You'll get there. One day at a time. Just keep telling yourself that, bub. [/spoiler]