[ There is an ugly side to him. Sadistic and awful and twisted. But his friends, he keeps it so very hidden from his friends as much as he can. Some saw through him better than others, but as much as part of him likes to break things and people and dig his fingers into the cracks and pry them apart -- he does keep himself leashed. He does manage to control it. He's never broken anyone he cares about, except, ah.

Church. Church hurts the most. But he didn't break him, either, not exactly, he just needed him to get something done, awful and self-serving but at the time everything he wanted. And he'd just dug straight into the part of him he knew would hurt, the right words, a slight push, that was all it took. ]

Despite all your attempts otherwise, Vorrutyer. [ Back to the last name, now. With Byerly he's always used it a little more deliberately, the moment he realized how poorly he thought of his family. ] You don't actually know much about me or about anything I've done, to my friends or otherwise.