( hearing him out, he can't help but empathize with his situation. ) ... i cannot. i do not know. ( the mist wavers slightly, glitching——as if something is trying to interrupt. )
⠀⠀( brows pinch behind the frames of his glasses, teeth clenched, as his voice cracks upward with raw frustration. ) of course it does ! he was my best friend⎯⎯ damn it ! i need to know if there’s a chance to get him back, or if we’re just throwing
i love you so dearly that i wish you would die by my hand. that you die knowing you are adored and venerated, exalted to divinity. i need to hurt you. do you understand? i need to see you bleed.