No lecture and no moral. Just blood calling to blood. The stupid urges of wakeful people. And you've made it to a time of life when you're completely awake. It's hard for you. I know that. It's hard for everyone, but most teenagers don't have your abilities. Your weapons.

This is how we bring about our own damnation, you know-by ignoring the voice that begs us to stop. To stop while there's still time.

If you're one of us, the bottle takes your shit, that's all. First a little, then a lot, then everything.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.