The golden cat laid there on the floor, looking at the ceiling, the self-destruction sequence is starting. Everything has gone downhill, and life is breaking into smaller pieces for him. Only if he didn't drain all that cough syrup, he probably could've lasted a little longer, but it wouldn't matter for him at this point, he was debating whether on leaving again, or leaving forever. Turning his head to the right he looks at the wall that separates him, from them. Leo and Aeris. He slowly got up, and turned to face the man, that calls himself Angkor.

"Are you alright Jethro?..." Angkor asked. Jethro just stared at him.

"No, I'm not alright, in fact I'm more fucked up than I can eva be." He stated with heavy breathing.

"I know that you are traumatized from the recent events…"

"Yeah, I guess I kinda am"

"Maybe you would like to wash your face…"

"Yeah…yeah that just might perk up from this slump…"

He walked into the bathroom, and Angkor followed. He turned on the sink, the glass shards and bottle were still there.

"It would be the best if you disposed of those objects in the sink…" Jethro said nothing, the sound of running water hitting the plastic bottle, and it draining filled the ominous silence, "Maybe, if you were to share what has been troubling you, maybe you will feel less of a cankered plant…" Jethro continued to say nothing. Angkor just stared at him, leaning on the doorframe, "if you feel that spoken words cannot be summoned at the will of your throat, then may you get your point through the language of your hands, and means from actions…", Jethro closed his eyes, and picked up the plastic bottle, he dropped it on the floor, then he picked up a handful of glass shards, it felt like picking up a sea urchin, and he dropped it on the floor, bloody bits of glass drop and bounce on the tile, "so you choose to hurt yourself, which means that you fear no death, and no pain…", Jethro felt a particularly large shard of glass, and clutched it, he didn't even feel a thing, as it dug and grinded into his paw, the sink soon looked as though blood ran through it, and not water. Then with all his might he trusted the shard into Angkor's throat, the blood along with his own, mixed and pooled all over.

"There ya go, I've showed ya meanin' through action, ya got the picture now?" Jethro said, but then was shocked to hear Angkor laugh through the shard in his throat.

"I bleed, but I am not killed…." He croaked.

"What the? Why aren't ya dead? Doesn't this hurt like hell?"

"No, it does not, for one who is already dead cannot feel pain…"

"What? What do ya mean by that?"

"Just like the others, I have lost my true identity, I've lost who I really am. I have forgotten my name, and I don't even know WHO I am…"

"Ya forgot who ya are?"

"Yes, I was died a long time ago Jethro, I know not who I am, so I gave myself a new name, Angkor…."

"Why the hell do ya wear that mask of yours anyways?" Jethro asked, not bothering to continue to ask about the first question any more.

"When, I truly lost my identity, I was nothing. I could not function, I was just a thing. I had no life, an empty casket with no body to house in it. But when I wore this mask, it felt as though i had new life. For I am in a sense, a mere puppet, this mask pulls my strings, and it is the fuel of my worthless life."

"Oh really, huh? Shouldn't ya be dead now? God damn, die already!" Jethro said, as he shoved the shard further down Angkor's throat.

"Like I said, it is hard to die, when I feel no pain. For death is a woman with a cruel kiss. She can make it quick and pleasant, or long and passionate. Her kiss does not affect me no longer, she nothing but a whore to me…" Angkor said casually, Jethro shoved the shard in more. But Angkor just laughed more, "I am already dead, a broken toy, just like you and me. People are like toys, they break easy, but are difficult to fix..…"

"God damn it, I'm tired of you let me kill you straight in the eyes" Jethro said, as he ripped the mask off bleeding man.

"AAAAHHHH, you have stripped the face that which I call Angkor, yet I still breathe! If you wished to kill me, you would have done it sooner. Although while I do speak as my blood and yours inter join together and soak and cleanse the clothes that we wear and the skin that we have, I will say you and I are alike…"

"Ya think I'm the same as you? No, no, no that's-that's wrong!" his voice was trembling, his hand was shaking.

"Lies! You and I are more brothers than ever, when you wore the mask yesterday you had more life than you'd usually have, your hand is split and the shards fit into your paw like it fits my throat so snuggly like a jig saw puzzle, yet we don't scream the pain, that normal people will preach. We are already dead, we have no name, no identity. Alas kill me now, so may I be free from the torture, and into salvation…"

"I don't know, if I want to…I-i-i-i-i- don't know….maybe I should look into my heart, and stop this madness."

"What heart?..." it asked, Jethro looked at it and in a frighten rage, stabbed all the way in. The figure died, laid motionless on the bathroom floor. He searched his coat, and found a silenced pistol in it. He took it, and walked out of his apartment, he was shaking, sweating, twitching like mad. He went next door, and knocked the door with his red hand. The door opened and Leo was there.

"Oh hey Jeth-" Leo stopped short, he went pale, and was shaking, he slowly looked down, and noticed three bullet holes in his abdomen, he put his hand over them, and collapsed on the wall, and slid down, leaving a smear trail of blood as he went. He tried to speak but he couldn't. Jethro just looked at him, then he suddenly snapped out of his phase, he looked around confused, scared, he looked down at Leo, who was bleeding on the ground, he looked at his hands to find a gun in one, and blood all over on both. He dropped the gun, his hands shaking so much as though they were alive, and in his deluded state began to scream on the top of his lungs.

"MURDER!MUURRRDERRR!MURDER!MURDER! MURRRRRDERRRR!"