The Guilty

The Conversation

Charles: The hunger for blood, the stench of death, this hatred you feel for all mankind, it follows you like a curse. No matter what you do, you'll always be a killer. You bear the mark of one who has lost everything for vengeance, for death. You've given into the dark desire in your heart, urging you to kill with no end. There's no stopping you. We both know they deserved to die, just not by your hand. You are a slave to this vengeful bloodthirsty monster that now controls you. This path you've chosen, it's irreversible. Any forgiving or hoping part of you that once might have prospered, died long ago. Though you do not realize it, you long for peace, forgiveness, love, acceptance, and after all this time you still think that killing will give that to you. You've become a dead man walking, your motto is let it bleed, and all you want to do is watch the world burn until you accept yourself as the demon you know you are. You take the heads so you don't ever forget, you lead your people to victory in fantasy, and yet, you are a stranger in your own land. You kill time and time again, searching for peace, and I fear when you finally do realize how pointless it all is, it will be far too late my friend.

Erik: Peace, was never an option. Acceptance is pointless. Forgiveness is meaningless. Love is out of the question, but killing, killing is necessary. We can no longer coexist with the humans. This war is inevitable. The only choice we have left is how to make the first move. How can you be so blind old friend? Can you not see the war raging in front of you, or the fires of passion that are set in the humans to destroy us all? One must fall, and it will not be us. I will make sure of that. And don't even try to put all the blame on me. If it weren't for you, if you had been there when we needed you, you could have spared countless lives.

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