You looked so innocent, a little boy with your huge eyes, long redhair flowing like a banner. Ironic, really, I never did see what lay within.
It was so hard to connect the deaths to this tiny little slip of a boy, the fey, tragic child-killer. Don't think ill of me, but know this: I never meant for it to happen.
I never understood what true evil could be until I met you. Death behind a child's smile, secrets behind a closed door, the essential illness of mankind.
Forgive me; I'm just a man. Even I make mistakes.