No, you need to stop. Stop!
Why would I? Killing is fun.
Please, stop doing that! My hands, you've already stained them in too much bloo-
Quit whining, you little baby! I'll make you understand that killing is great adventure!
NO! This is my body! You are the intruder here!
When did you become so aggressive, little girl?!
I WANT MY BODY BACK!
You'll have to kill me first. But you can't do that, can you?
...Please....I just want to be able to live my life.
And you can, just let me do what I want and I'll let you have all the time you want after I'm done.
No...stop killing people. Amika, Amika will never understand what's going on. She'll, she'll think that I killed them. She doesn't know about you, no one does.
Who cares about what that pretentious brat thinks? I'm pretty sure that she is a rebel, anyway.
I love her. She's my only family left, I can't lose her too.
Do you really care about something as fragile as that? Haven't you ever wondered about the Joys of Despair?
There isn't anything called the joy of despair. Despair is sad and breaks people. Please, I just want to be...happy.
Ugh, you're such a downer.
Downer?
You are a terrible person to be around.
I just want someone to love.
Then love me!
I hate you. You ruined my life. You ruined everything, and you're using me to kill people just because you like it.
You can learn to like it, people slice so neatly, and the blood is such a pretty color.
You're a serial killer from 100 years ago. Of course you would say that.
The Joys of Despair are wondrous. You really don't know what the human matrix can accomplish if you would all just throw about morality and happiness and just succumbed to innate human senses.
I'm not like you. I'm actually human.
Are you now? I'm a part of you whether you like it or not. And I'm not considered human anymore. And now, neither are you.
You're wrong...
Am I? You're the one who seems doubtful.
But...I'm human. I know I'm human. I breathe, and I eat like everyone else. I cry and smile. Those are human qualities that no one can take away from me.
Are you sure about that?
Stop trying to make me doubt myself!
Am I? You are doubting yourself, brat.
Just let me live my life.
You should have thought about that before you had a moment of weakness. I took advantage of that to feel alive again.
You feel alive by killing others!
And what of it? All of us have ways of feeling alive.
NO!
Shut up brat. You're getting on my nerves.
No, ST-
There, much better. You can't be annoying if you're quiet.
Now let me have my fun.
My fun will become your fun soon enough.
You'll learn about the joys of despair whether you like it or not.
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