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"I think the feeling was a bit unreal. I closed (cough) my eyes hoping I was dreaming, did I do something I asked myself, did I accidentally step on a mine. Yu - you know ... (thinking and processing) what did I do this time. People died and for once it wasn't Neova, I wasn't even really paranoid as I thought I would be, but knowing me and knowing him maybe. I walked across that room I dunno atleast 10 times it felt like, unspeakable awful don't even have the words. One by one they died, yeah the mother died someone I looked at as a mother and then the kids died too. The most unreal part was the screams, the actions as if they were seeing the world blurry crashing into everything. I feel awful, but I feel worse having lived through it."
"What was it that made you call yourself a villain, from your actions you're doing something a normal individual would have done, how were you to blame?"
"No no no it was as if I was the same again, and you know what's the worst about it ... not changing, because it is so much easier being the same man you were yesterday, the same criminal you found yesterday still begging for money, (breath in and out) but what's the point if all around you is that nagging feeling of someone telling you annoyingly about how you will fall from grace if you don't do this don't do that, I'm coping against nothing and the universe doesn't let me drop that edge."
"But maybe you are the issue."
"Ignored..."
"But you don't say tha--"
"Eup eup eup no (holding the finger in front of the interviewers mouth shushing them)."
"As if nothing happened I just left that house and walked for miles and miles... around in circles literally. Until I reached the place where I used to sit, until I reached the abandoned cafe. I had the realisation that maybe I was the issue, but no matter what I still couldn't accept that as fact. I sat there and in front of me was a skeleton with eyes popping outlooking at the sky, it was Neova and his dead body. And then the most beutiful thing a star flew across the sky during the red day and I made a wish, not of me in this world but of me in the next. And yet even though he was dead I was paranoid in the hopes that he was alive, because I realized how the universe kept telling me that I indeed did never change."
"And you never will, but there is a good and bad in that sentence."
"I heard voices and as I ran up as if stuck in an endless loop I fell back into the reality I am a villain, and I will never not be a villain because that was my foundation, so I let myself go, do whatever I must, even though I said all that I couldn't do it, a part of me was afraid of the me that was back then. I grew out of me a long time ago, I did change, my thoughts didn't. But what was the point in trying anymore to be someone else like I had been doing, so grew disillusioned and ran for the voices behind me. And I have in ... I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN, I GAVE IN
... Fin.