[i]So, little monster? Overwhelmed of the world yet? [/i]

Jace’s visage turned into one of indifferent boredom, not even paying attention to Flo’s flinching at the striking lights. Then, a smirk spread on his face. If you’re a little monster, then what are we? Fucking humans. Call yourself that, and then prove that even demons are more human than you. 

 [i]The world will destroy you, little monster.[/i]

Suddenly, his attention snapped back to Flo. Why was he flinching so much? His gaze glided up to the piercing lights. 

 [i]Damn, yes. The lights suck the very soul out of you.[/i]

“Flo? Hold on there, boy. You’ll get something in a second.”

He slowed his pace and supported Flo with his left arm, holding up as if he were a numb sack of potatoes. “I think you might be hungry. That could get you more comfortable. Meanwhile, close your eyes and let me lead you so the lights don’t bother you so much.”

He tried smiling, but it came across as an awfully pathetic, consoling sigh. He led him through the bleak hallways, pushing back the claustrophobia. The thought of what the hell he was doing only made it worse. But he didn’t feel guilty. No, it wasn’t guilt. He was, diagnosed, afterall… by his own friends, family…

 [i]Fucking Psychopath.[/i]
 
 [i]Think you’re cool, sociopath?[/i]

All because the death of her was too much. Did that make him the monster.
Does that make you a monster, Flo?

He entered the cafeteria and looked around, searching for other people.