"Don't do it in front of our Headquarter." Scorpius warned him, but he felt apathetic. He no longer cared about the Headquarter. He was in crisis with himself and all he wanted to do was kill, just like Dorian. He felt the need to wash the heaviness of his insipid performances through blood, as if this was the only way to bridge the unbearable gap between what he was and what he was pretending to be.