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"The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness."
He just did something. He did something bad. He had made a mark on the world. He made a kill.
He didn't know why he did it. He didn't really care. He just knew that when he opened his eyes that blood was ready to spill.
Lecter once said that he would fall to his fear. He had predicted this outcome. He made sure it would come.
He killed a person. He killed with a gun. He was being taken away after finally getting caught.
It wasn't really his fault… That's what he keeps telling himself. It wasn't his fault that the person died. It was Lecter's… Lecter was the one haunting him… Lecter was the one who made him question his identity…. Lecter…
He was guilty of murder. He was guilty in his trial. He was institutionalized and strapped with a cord.
It was all the influence of the dreams! It was the dreams fault! He cries silent and useless cries. No one will listen… He was crazy in their eyes.
But was it all made up? He kept asking himself that. Did they just catch him when he killed the man who marked him? He didn't know. He didn't care. He was pronounced insane anyways.
He remembered that he was guilty. He remembered that Lecter gave him the shadow. But then again who cares? No one notices the difference.
He had done something. He had done something bad. He had made a mark on the world. He had made a life end.
So what was the difference? That is what he asked. He committed the sin against the person who caused the darkness. He committed the sin against a person who probably showed light.
It was all the same. He was captive inside an asylum. He was no longer outside.
Yet he kept muttering to himself everyday and he would not stop:
"I did something. I did something bad. I made a mark on the world. I think I killed."
But the problem was that he didn't know for sure what exactly he did.