Because the one tearing me apart is me. If I wanted to stay whole, I only needed to play by the rules.

[And accept death, which is just not an option. The thought alone is enough to cause his broken state to surface: A dark shimmer rushes over his form, threatening to turn him back to his true form, as he gives an eerie hum.]

There's no one to blame for me, and that's fine with me. It shouldn't be, but it is. I know I cause pain, and I know how to stop that, but I choose not to. That's why I'm dangerous.