Hollow.
Cold.
Nobody wants to be a killer…
The edge has by no means diminished. You’re just unconscious of it now.
I’m not walking away from this alive…
…and nobody else is, either.
I start to shake.
I’m afraid.
I can’t win this, and I’m afraid.
Afraid that when I fail, no one will stop you.
No one.
I’m going to fail in this, and I know it.
The mountain embraces me again. Fine. If I’m going down, maybe I’ll get to take you with me.
There are countless wounds; if you add them all together, I’m pretty sure their fatal. But I’m unconscious of them.
I can’t feel a thing.
We’re not rivals, and we’re certainly not friends. I don’t know what this relationship is. When you look at me, you’re not seeing me and I have no idea who or what you’re seeing. Maybe all you see is someone standing in your way. Who knows?
When I look at you, I see a killer.
Nobody wants to be a killer…
No. That’s not true. I see a killer wearing my friend’s face. That’s what’s gonna make this a thousand times harder.
The circles are broken. I can’t see them. The gods are veiled, but I know they’re there. What game are they playing at?
Here I come…
You…you killed me…
I killed you…
Nobody wants to be a killer…
…
Well.
That’s not creepy or anything…
:/