There's still a wild-eyed look to him, one that has nothing to do with how red his irises are in the moonlight. His wet hair is plastered thickly to his face, his neck--
"Asking me--no, no. What I think, what I want--it's nothing. It's all nothing! I'm nothing. Worthless. I can have no value except in being used, no, yes--ignored, discarded, abused--I'm an insect, an object, a piece of filth to be disposed of and disregarded!"
It's impossible to tell whether he's drooling or just swallowing water--but even in the lake, he's capable of large, violent, dramatic gesture.
Mistake level: high
There's still a wild-eyed look to him, one that has nothing to do with how red his irises are in the moonlight. His wet hair is plastered thickly to his face, his neck--
"Asking me--no, no. What I think, what I want--it's nothing. It's all nothing! I'm nothing. Worthless. I can have no value except in being used, no, yes--ignored, discarded, abused--I'm an insect, an object, a piece of filth to be disposed of and disregarded!"
It's impossible to tell whether he's drooling or just swallowing water--but even in the lake, he's capable of large, violent, dramatic gesture.