>He doesn't want to admit it, but he can see how his hands are shaking as he holds onto his iPhone. He drops it, letting it clatter to the floor. That's another scratch in his screen, but he doesn't care. Dirk's back hits the wall and he sinks to the floor, his forehead touching his knees, his hands fisting in his hair. His horns are nowhere to be seen. >He'd been doing so well, too, he'd been accepting that he's a person despite his demonicness and that other people won't hate him for what he couldn't change. But then Engineer, someone Dirk looks up to and considers a role model, he said that, and he said that because Dirk's horns are disgusting, inhuman, horrible. Dirk is horrible, just another monster for Engineer to put down and take his horns as trophies. And Dirk would deserve it too, because he's done things, terrible things, even if he can't remember it he did kill those other orphans ... >Dirk doesn't bother wiping away the silent tears on his cheeks. He deserves this.
