Monsters
Disclaimer:I do not own Pavi or Luigi nor do I own Repo! The Genetic Opera. They belong to the marvelous creators, Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith.
Note:I used an excerpt from the film. Hence, the very first line. Now, how does this work? Well, the first paragraph belongs to Luigi. The second belongs to the Pavi. The last paragraph is a combination of them speaking together. It's also very short... Any feedback is welcomed. ^^
You're not men, you're monsters.He bitterly spat the words upon his death stance.
Pop's words hurt. Was it my murdering ways? Or was it my fucking anger? I don't know. My blade. It fucking betrayed me. Wrath lured me. The lust of blood shed with my knife. He called me a monster. He never loved me. Well, Pop, I got news for you. You're a fucking monster yourself.
Papa's words-a hurt. Was it-a because I-a stole women's faces? Or-a was it my-a flamboyance and-a raping? I-a don't know. My-a mirror. It-a did the Pavi in-a. Vanity lured me-a. The lust-a to fuck-a the pain away-a. He called-a me a monster... I thought he-a loved me. Everyone loves the Pavi. Papa, am I-a really a....monster?
The only way to end-a this... is to-a continue our fate and demolish our hate. Remove the violence. Make Father proud. We'll prove him-a wrong. We will be worthy of his genes. We'll bring-a down Sister. We'll gut her down to her fucking demise. We're not monsters. We're-a men. No matter how imperfect we may be.