Traitor. That's the only thing I can brand you as. You betrayed me, my father, everyone.
Liar. Eddy's a liar, you already know that now though, don't you.
Sick. How can you take the voices. An eternal punishment. They whisper to you angrily, ordering you to do their bidding… I hear them too.
Guilt? Is that what you feel for me? Pity? Regret? You wish this never happened? You're nothing more than a murderer. How could you feel guilty over me?
Freedom. You wish to be freed from your torment. As do I. Help me help you.
Come find me.