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... inside the prison of my own thoughts, with the constant image of carnage reappearing in front of my imaginary sight.
If they stand on my way, I should just kill them. Why bother with all the games?
Losing the last bit of connection to the real world when my sense of touch faded as well, I couldn’t help but concentrate on my thoughts alone. Why did I even try to settle this matter in such a roundabout way in the first place?
Those fuckers want to take my Eve away from me, ...
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