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adam castello
36. david giuntoli. detective.
[b][i]what would you do for power ?
he sighs heavily and frowns, wiping a hand over his face. if it wasn’t noticeable before, the prominent bags under his eyes were definitely a little too prominent, now. his eyelids droop and he shakes his head, running both of his hands through his hair and staring at the carpeted floor.
“ i know a lot of people who’d sacrifice anything for just a taste of power, and i promised myself that i’d never become that—so hungry for power that i’m unafraid of losing anything and everything. ”
he pauses to suck in a shaky breath, and crosses his arms over his chest again.
“ i would turn down any offer for power unless i absolutely needed to be in that position—like, if it was to help others, or something. but i would only do it if i didn’t have to hurt anyone or completely lose myself in the process. ”
losing himself was something that has happened before—it’s easy to tell from the look in his eyes, brows furrowed and mouth in a tight line. he doesn’t want to feel that, again, and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone if he doesn’t have to—especially not for power.
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