Chapter 54 The Monster
- “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.
- We might share genes since his sperm helped bring me into being, but I much prefer the drunken gambler who raised me as his own. He is my father, not this psychopath before me.