Dammit, Sammy! I just can't pull the damn trigger. You know it! That soul-sucker creature inside your head knows it! I won't waste my little brother… I won't allow Jo to get killed either. I need a moment, to borrow some time, to figure out which one deserves to…
My finger starts to feel nervous. A million images rush into my head: lots of blood, two bodies on the floor, and me, standing like a statue, drowning in the middle of this emotional abyss.
My job is to save you, Sammy. Even if that turns me into the next monster.