It's so fucked up.
I'm so fucked up.
Mom.
Mommy…mommy…God, I'm so fucked up.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please love me. I won't ask for anything anymore. Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Accept me, love me…don't…don't forget me.
When you are on the brink of death, whom do you turn to? Your God? Your family? Your loved ones?
What if, you were a burden to everyone you loved?
Your friends, they are perfect aren't they?
They are funny, cheerful, smart, strong.
T-the weak ones…bow down…t-the strong ones…devour them.
Eat. Feast on weaklings. Eat eat hunt kill eat evolve destroy hunt kill kill.
It's better to be hurt than to hurt someone –eat eat kill hunt devour kill eat eat eat eat destroy-. Weak people aren't loved. They are pitied.
You weakling.
Everyone will leave you behind if you don't hurry.
A thousand minus 7…is whaaaaaaat?
Bones. Can you name them all?
Kill! Kill! Ki- no.
Nononono.
Only half. Half. 103. Only half. 103. Half kill.
Be strong…surpass me…
Say, let's die in style?
After all –I'm- not the –one- who is wrong. What's wrong…is the –world-!
No more dreaming, no more waking.