of all the things warren is, unnecessarily harsh may be top of the list. a sharp bite, the kind that drips of poison. no one is safe from it, not even those who from time to time manage to see past the outward exterior he's carefully crafted. " when the fuck are you going to stop trying to appeal to my better nature ? " there's a laugh, bitter, echoing. he's so convincing in his anger, no one ever thinks it's simply a trick used to push people away. because it may be lonely at the top, but he thinks loneliness is a small price to pay for the word at his feet. " i never cared about you, " he insists, features cold, an easy lie to spew, " you were just useful to me. "