There's no other ending for people like him, for people like my father. [ He heaves a shy and shakes his head. ]
I never knew my father until he was dead, so it's not the same. My mother was worse than useless, but I guess she didn't kill girls so that's something maybe. I'd have killed my father myself if one of his victims didn't beat me to it.
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There's no other ending for people like him, for people like my father. [ He heaves a shy and shakes his head. ]
I never knew my father until he was dead, so it's not the same. My mother was worse than useless, but I guess she didn't kill girls so that's something maybe. I'd have killed my father myself if one of his victims didn't beat me to it.
[ ...so maybe he gets it, a little. ]
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[ It's a heavy topic, those dark unsettling emotions still swimming in him but he keeps himself as composed to the best of his ability. ]
People like that don't really deserve to be in this world.
[ Finally, a sigh leaves him. Of all the memories to share... it had to be that huh. ]
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[ He looks off to the side, to provide space for Dokja to get himself back together. ]
This kinda stuff the whole week makes me wish we had a bar.