Flint only smiled softly at the dramatic entrance, listening to the others begin to talk. He didn't talk much but when he did he made sure to listen to others first, to make sure he really took in everything that had been said.
"A bath wouldn't do much good, ever tried to wash a corpse..." Flint muttered raspily as he tapped his long fingernails on the chairs arm rest. The girl beside him , Maria, was so impatient and it would probably get the better of her some day.
Flint began to speak "There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing" He finished his American Psycho quote with a gurgled cough and resumed staying quite. A few more bugs crawled from under his clothes and onto the floor.