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Think Varian! Think! I have to get rid of this darkness in me. I slam the knife deeper into my skin. I have to end this. I let out a scream of pain. I can't stop hurting myself! I throw the knife away. I need to clear my head. I need to get rid of him.

"You're going to hurt yourself kid." Hyde yells from the mirror. 

"Shut up!" I scream.

"Just saying." He shrugs.

I ignore him. I flip through the pages of the books I find. I need to get rid of him. Make another potion? I don't know. I don't know! I grip my head. I... I need a solution. I grip my head. I can't be a murder.

"Why not?" He asks.

"What?" I look at him.

"Why can't you be a murder?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Why can't I?!" I yell.

"Why can you not?" He asks.

"Because it's murdering!" I yell.

"This conversation is not working." He says.

"You're corrupting me!" I yell.

"I didn't drink the potion now, did I?" He asks.

"No..." look down.

"That was all you kid. You wanted to stay alive, did you not?" He asks.

I nod.

"So... isn't this your fault." He says.

"Yeah." I say.

"Varian!" The doors fly open. 

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