We are villains.

30.

SONGS:

- Falling away from me - Korn

-Capital pains (Slowed)- Tempers

~TORTURE~

If only humans were as creative in their kindness as they are in their cruelty.

I've thought about it, over and over, in the quiet moments between the screams. There's something almost poetic in the way we can dream up endless ways to destroy each other. It takes genius, really. The precision, the patience—like an artist with a brush, carefully choosing which stroke will hurt the most. We could use that same brilliance to save lives, to lift each other out of suffering, but instead, we pour our souls into perfecting pain. Why?

I think that's what haunts me most. Not the pain itself—it comes and goes, like the tide. Sometimes it's sharp, sometimes it's dull, but it's always there. No, what truly breaks me is the realization that this is what we've chosen. This is what we're capable of. We're creatures of infinite potential, and this—this is what we've built.

I used to believe in the good in people. I held onto it, even when the world around me started to fray. I thought, deep down, that we were all just trying to find our way, that we hurt each other because we didn't know any better. But now I know that's a lie. We know exactly what we're doing. We've become experts at it.

It's not just about breaking bodies, no. It's about breaking souls, about finding the exact thing that will make someone feel less human, less worthy of being alive. It's about stripping away everything until there's nothing left but pain. And we do it with such care, such thoughtfulness. We plan it, design it, make it our craft. There's no hesitation, no second thought. It's like it comes naturally to us now.

And maybe that's the saddest part. We could create so much beauty in this world, but instead, we create wounds. We could offer each other kindness, but instead, we offer cruelty. Every new invention, every new technique, is just another way to remind someone that hope is a lie. That compassion is a fleeting dream. We don't just hurt—we make people believe that hurt is all there ever was, all there ever will be.

I wonder, as I sit here. If we've always been this way, or if somewhere along the line, we forgot how to be anything else. Maybe we were always meant to destroy each other. Maybe it's easier than trying to understand, trying to care. It feels that way sometimes. It feels like kindness is the harder choice, the one that takes too much from us. So we choose the easiest way possible.

I think about all the things we could be. About a world where the same energy we put into tearing each other down was used to build something better. A world where we saved each other instead of watching each other fall. I think about it, and it hurts more than anything they've done to me. Because I know it's never going to happen. We're too far gone. Too lost in our own darkness to see the light anymore.

The saddest thing is knowing we had a choice, and we chose this.

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"Wakey,wakey! Haha,we lost you there for a sec after that punch." I hear Chota's voice as I slowly and weakly lift my head up.