"Y... Yeah." There's an edge of guilt to the syllable. That's definitely what he meant, and not that being around people in pain makes him imagine the things that the King in Yellow could do, did do. It makes his spirit creep with the knowledge of how to cause more pain and the temptation to do it just to see. Just to see if and how it works. Now, just like every time, he wants to take himself somewhere far away from Gwen and Sally and Dogbear and everyone, fucking everyone else.

"That would be noble." That much is true. Like telling the people in the bar about blood in the snow was noble.