[he at least understands the weight here--the fact that Crowley even turns at all shows the thin edge that this is balanced on. and normally, those are the kind of odds that Tek doesn't bother with. it's been a longstanding habit of his to let something go long before it has a chance to turn on him. but that had been in a world where there were a million opportunities to start over again. he'd just have to walk long enough until he left it behind and ran into somewhere to begin again. some new face to trick into spending time with him.

but, since being stripped of that and pulled from one sparse world to another, that he might have to actually work to keep a few things.

so, he bites his tongue, only just barely, before continuing.]

I meant that we're monsters [--with a very intentional use of 'we' there,] ...In that we're not like them. We have to put on masks, and step a very careful little dance, and hide the things that we're capable of. That we have done. And then something comes along--

[he takes a breath to fight the rage back from a boiling point, because these words are hard enough to lay out in a row as it is. the tension is already strangling in his chest.]

You may not care that people crawled around in your head and saw your secrets, but I do... And I've already lost something because of it.