"Corrupted lust welling from within the recesses of her darkest dreams, welling up and overcoming the polished verneers of humanity, the mantles of morals we all take up. Her lust for Claudius overcoming her first and most sacred duty to her child. She can not help but know Claudius means Hamlet ill. She fucks him anyways. Selfishness."

Darren will never see the good in people, first off.

"The memory of her dead husband isn't enough. The protection of her son neither."