There's a part of him that hates who he is as a person, when the sense of threat meets his bull-headedness side on and turns fight or flight into a fucking challenge.
But on the other, embracing it was ever the only way to get through it.
"Parker, when John first possessed me." He couldn't elaborate that one if he wanted to, but for Charlie, he probably doesn't need to. "Our maintenance man, Eddie - I shot him and John strangled him out. A man named Kellin, but he got me just as good. A widow, who lived on the island on Lake Crawford. Larson's son, Jack."
Christ, he hates that the more names he lists the more he's left off, the more people he's gotten killed as a result of his shadow crossing their paths and the King snapping at their ankles.
"Amanda Sarah Cummings." He shrugs, somehow shrinking down on himself in the motion, like he can disappear through the floorboards like a piece of shit cockroach.
Re: what lies beneath
But on the other, embracing it was ever the only way to get through it.
"Parker, when John first possessed me." He couldn't elaborate that one if he wanted to, but for Charlie, he probably doesn't need to. "Our maintenance man, Eddie - I shot him and John strangled him out. A man named Kellin, but he got me just as good. A widow, who lived on the island on Lake Crawford. Larson's son, Jack."
Christ, he hates that the more names he lists the more he's left off, the more people he's gotten killed as a result of his shadow crossing their paths and the King snapping at their ankles.
"Amanda Sarah Cummings." He shrugs, somehow shrinking down on himself in the motion, like he can disappear through the floorboards like a piece of shit cockroach.
"And Michael Faust. In the prison pits."