He doesn't think he can really counter that argument- either argument. It would explain why no one has been by in...how long? He didn't even remember. Clearly they were being left for dead. And he had to be a monster, one who took other people's specialness.

The nicest possible term for it was predator, and even that was too kind. They were evil. He doesn't speak for awhile. When he finally pipes up again, the emotion is thick in his voice. "I don't want to be this way. I'm sorry. I tried to stop, but it all kept falling apart. I tried everything I could think of. I'm not...how do we make it stop?"

He barely knew what he was saying, now. But there had to be something better than this. Anything was better than this.