It would be so easy to take a step back, wouldn't it? So easy to just ignore the screams of your friends as they burn in the fiery pits of Hell, right? Isn't that right, you awful person?
So easy to forget about your Mom or anyone in this entire hick town you call home as you watch it burn to the ground.
Why are you shaking? Isn't what you wanted to see? Especially the parka and the loser and that Firefly of yours. You wanted them to hurt, didn't you? Make them feel what you felt when they turned against you and called you those names and made fun of you and stabbed you in the heart again, and again, and again-
But don't think for one second this excuses your actions.
You knew what you were doing. You knew it could kill them all. You knew and you didn't give a damn about anyone except yourself.
So fucking stupid, you are. So contradictory in the face of danger.
You hurt them. They're bleeding because of what you brought here. And it was so...easy.
So easy to hurt them, to break them each and every time. You do evil things all the time, don't you? This scares you, doesn't it? It always scared you, how easy everything was. Break-ins, murder, arson...
All so easy, so satisfying and now it's even easier because one of them is gone, isn't it?
You could never harm him the same way you could the others, could you? So you ignored him and now your so-called friends are bleeding out on the floor. What's this?
You want to help them? You want to be someone else? You want to magically fix yourself and everything you ever did? You can be nice?
I'm not stupid, boy.
I know you. I am you. So which one will you call upon now?
The biker?
The magician?
The rodent?
The toy?
You're them and they're you. Just as twisted and vile as you.
Why are these boys even your friends? It's obvious you don't care. You are trash that deserves everything handed to you on a silver platter, right? So blame this on your playthings. Blame this on your scapegoats.
Your life is shit. Just like you. You've set this lose on the world with their help, anyway. So go ahead and cry while you hold them close. But let me ask this question...
When was the last time loving people was easy for you?