Only someone else who has known hatred, only someone else who has turned himself into a weapon in order to move others...

[ McGillis finds himself trailing off, incapable of finding the words to describe what such a person would mean to him. He'd tried finding companionship in Tekkadan, based on poverty and rage against the system, and he'd found nothing but more isolation in it. But this, maybe this time...

I'm a weaker man than I thought. ]

I don't know what it is like to feel something else but this hunger for hatred. Maybe when I obtain my wish, when I change my world, when I have enough power... Maybe I, too, will be satisfied.

[ He has to believe in that or else, what has he been alive for all these years? ]

Huaisang...

[ They're closer together again, maybe too close. Close enough that it is easy to reach up and run his hand through long black hair. ]

I've been courted by too many people already, but yours was the most charming by far.

[ And he'll kiss the hair, half dizzy with something different than alcohol. An indulgence, because he's been allowed to take and he is greedy. ]

It was the first time I had fun with it.