[There was a moment, right after, when six years of visceral habit, a lifetime of thwarted protective instincts, and a deep, terrible well of misery collided into an utterly vivid, seemingly inexorable urge to just keep going, to chop Alex to pieces and then go at the pieces until there was nothing recognizable left.

He didn't need Ruin. The frenzy was there.]

When anything - pushes me. I crumble. Psychically, I mean. I have too many holes in my foundations.

When it's just me, most of the time I hate what I've done so much that it - seems unthinkable. But it doesn't actually do anything to keep what I'm...capable of at bay, when I'm angry enough. I just hate myself just as much as whoever it is, just for wanting to. Do something.

[Alpha. Elena. He didn't hate Havok, but part of him was happy, killing him. Keeping Nathan safe.]