Her words stung, though he did not show it, her words hit him hard... his confinement would drag the world down with him? Since when did the world give a fuck about him? And how would his actions attract? He couldnt help but feel that she was right... but fuck her words... they meant nothing to him... nothing... He looked down at the ground, his eyes solid and his mouth unmoving except to say "Who says I havent already been destroyed?"
He suddenly looked to her with a more intense glare and stood straight, "And since when do I give a fuck about dragging the world down with me? What has the world done for me? Huh?! I owe the world nothing! Why should I care about what happens to it through my actions? If you know how I feel then why dont you feel the same?! You know what? You dont know me... I have not reason to explain myself to you! Nor do you have any more right to preach how wrong I am for what i am doing!"
His gaze was angry, but deep behind his walls he was hurting... deep down... he knew she was right, and there was nothing he could do about it...