Sometimes I just wish that I hadn't been attracted to her, if none that had happened she wouldn't have attacked me maybe? Maybe I shouldn't have run away and just let her eat me. Then I wouldn't have had her become apart of me and this shit wouldn't be happening, I wouldn't have known that a little girl would lose her parents in brutal deaths to an insane scientist. There might not have been as many Doves in the supposedly safe district if that psychopath had killed her that night, people wouldn't have died, this shit just wouldn't be happening. The same psychopath wouldn't have come after me either if wasn't for that stupid bitch. I wouldn't have been tortured, I wouldn't have had to accept her and now I'm this half monster, almost complete, with my control slowly slipping more and more away and this insanity wouldn't be taking over me and I wouldn't be feeling so alone and lost at the moment, I'm slipping and drowning and losing control to this new me and I just don't fucking know what to do anymore. I'm too tired to fight this anymore. I give up, I'm handing control over, I'm giving up there's no hope I'll be saved, especially from myself…
"What's one-thousand minus seven?"
"... Aaaahhhhhhh!"