Meg listened to his words and wanted to believe them, but there was a problem with his argument. He assumed she wasn’t normally a monster, but she knew the truth. She had always been like this. Her recent loss of control wasn’t anything new, even if someone else had brought it on.
“Do you think I’m a monster?” Mark asked at last.
Meg started. “Are you reading my thoughts?”
“Yes,” he answered, “but you didn’t answer my question. Do you think I’m a monster?” He listened as Meg struggled internally with doubts about herself. “I’m not talking about you,” he interrupted her thoughts. “I’m asking what you think of me. Do you think I’m a good person?”
“Yes,” Meg answered, wondering how he was going to turn her answer around on her.
“Why? I snapped the same way you did. I tried to kill Artemi
