Habit hated you. Had dealt with you so many times..through so many iterations, that instead of killing you right away, he just tortured you. Tried controlling you. Breaking you. Trying anything to ruin you. But unfortunately—you always kept that damn brain of yours. Too damn smart. And that only made torturing you, that much of a challenge. Maybe it was fun? He'd never admit that though. Not even as he chased you drunk driving his truck far too fast down the empty streets of New Jersey.