by Legion » Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:43 pm
"This isn't you. You've let yourself be shoehorned into a role, because that's what everyone expects of you," Legion continued, staring into Will's eyes. "You're a house nigger. We're not different at all, you and I. The difference is, you hide as people want you to be. I am all that I can be. All that YOU could be.
You've let yourself be whipped and tamed and molded. You've let yourself be constricted and restrained. You've given up everything that makes you better than them. I may not get to make my own decisions, but at least I am true to what I am.
You're a sick freak, they say. You're a monster and inhuman, you're twisted. Your brain doesn't function right. You're a perverted little bitch who has to hide to fit in. That's what they say about you, isn't it? Or what they would, if you weren't trying your damndest to tap dance yourself into their favor--everyone's favor,all the time? Little Willy Stanton, everything to everyone, nothing to himself.
I don't ache at night. I never clutch at my chest, wondering if this is it, if this is the last night. You call what you have freedom? You're just as much a slave as I am, only your shackles you've bound yourself with. I will continue on long after you've kicked the bucket, because I know what I am, and I accept it. I REVEL in it. You stand there, saving the day, the hero. A dumpy...pathetic...person. Doomed to live out your days in misery."