… I wish I could be one thing that someone loved - and not this hybrid of all the worst parts of being a demon and an angel. So… yeah, I do.

[ His tone is… light in the same way someone would talk about something they can’t change, something inevitable. Not nonchalant, and the bitter resentment he feels towards himself manages not to leak through. He’s careful about that. He doesn’t want his voice to wobble pitifully; he doesn’t want to cry. ]

You would think being able to pick one would solve the issue, but both parts are… still me. I’m too scared of tossing myself away, probably.