[Do you ever just spill your heart out, knowing on some level it's a mistake - yet you just can't help it. The words tumble out in the safety(?) of a conversation, with one party listening so intently, so capable of making you feel relaxed regardless of their true intentions that you just can't shut up? Theo's voice carries on, even as he feels at some points that he also is just listening to himself, somehow removed:]

Controlling and cold, mostly. There were times he was tender, when affection didn't feel weaponized but they were few and far between. Mostly when he needed me, or wanted me. Or, in the times before it all started - I think it was a more natural feeling for him. Before he decided to trade me out, y'know? I became something of an object, handled like a prized possession. Owned, and used as he saw fit. He was ruthless when he needed to be. To me but also others.