Everything's out to get you here. Every last thing. You were in your right mind this time. They had it coming, nobody should look at you like that.

It's on your chest now. Corrupted blood. Evil, tainted blood. Your arms felt heavy. The body barely registers to you. A part of you wants this. A part of you thinks this egregious thing will keep you safe.

You have killed 3 'people'. They're scared of you. You are scared of them. It's better not to think of such things.