[He doesn't laugh, but he thinks about laughing. Laughter is on his mind. His eyes crinkle up at the corners like laughter. What an entrance.]
Am I not a degenerate? Are you saving me?
[He doesn't stand. Instead, he hooks his finger in his cheek and pulls his lips back, showing all his teeth. Bloody, some cracked, one missing. For inspection.]
no subject
Am I not a degenerate? Are you saving me?
[He doesn't stand. Instead, he hooks his finger in his cheek and pulls his lips back, showing all his teeth. Bloody, some cracked, one missing. For inspection.]
How many of them did you kill?