Then at the very least it was unthinking evil, done in service of my own misery. I didn't think of him at all when I used him as my makeshift confessional... I never even asked the boy his name. He would have gone on living his life never knowing that he shared the world with things like me.
And I went on to kill again, just as I always had.
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And I went on to kill again, just as I always had.
You shouldn't be so quick to absolve me.