[Arthur blinked slowly at that. He paused and set his hand on the glass, sparks of electricity brimming under his fingertips. Reflexively, he drew his hand back as if it were the glass, but the electricity was coming from his own palm. He wasn't afraid of being devoured--rather than the one doing the devouring.]

...I can understand that. One of the things I got from that guy makes me feel like that kind of monster.

Do you think you relied on that monster a lot?