Andre
This is it, this is the last you will hear from me, old friend. You're little tirade, your reign? It's been going on for far too long. You don't know how much I long for the days of the past, before you changed into this monster, this angry beast that I no longer recognize.
The thing about beasts, Andre, the thing about rabid, savage, beasts is that they get put down.
You've slaughtered the man who's responsible for me even being here, being able to have grown up-Arno Dorian. Don't you ever forget his name. You've turned the woman I love against me, you've killed my leaders in your crazy rage.
I didn't want this, I never wanted this. I wanted you to change your mind and your ways. I wanted you to open your eyes, look in the mirror and see the cruel man you've become. But alas, the blind cannot see.
This is the end for you Andre Bouvier. For my sake, I will remember you as the loving friend I once had, the one who had never let me down.
Remembering you like this will always and only bring me nothing but pain.
Pierre Marcoux