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He knew it was a futile effort. Blood is, after all, a very stubborn stain. Still, it helped to ease his mind and keep himself in control. Even if he could never wash the blood from his hands, he could try to prevent the stain from expanding.
He was fine most of the time. Well, most of the time he was in control, that is. After all, he wasn't the dominant personality. When he was in control he managed to forget about the crimes committed by his other half. He became the joyful and kind doctor once more. This method worked fairly well. After all, as long as he forgot about the other six, his other half did the same. The only flaw was that the only thing which could remind him was encountered quite frequently in his profession. One look and he would be forced to relive each and every horror his other self had committed. He would rush to the nearest basin and attempt to clean his hands of the blood that only he could see.
The death of that little girl so long ago had made him feel pathetic and useless. After all, if he couldn't save one little girl then what was he good for. It was because of that incident that he began to feel that perhaps his other half was a good thing. He knew it was wrong to think that, but trying to keep his other half under control gave him a sort of higher purpose. It made him a hero, just as brave as those in the legends young children loved to hear. No one would ever recognize him as such, but for him it was enough to know that by washing his hands he was fighting the toughest enemy in the world. After all, nothing is harder to face than yourself.
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