060 [Private | Voice]
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[sounds of someone rubbing their hands together, as if trying to get something off]
...I shouldn't let it get to me. I know I shouldn't. People say these things to me all the time. They've been saying them since I was a child, since I was five, just old enough to get around by myself. I should be used to it. It's normal. They always said I was destined to be bloodstained. They always said I was a tainted, horrid child. A demon, not a human, unwanted, disgusting, a killer, a murderer, nothing but killing instinct hiding inside human skin... I should be used to it. So why did...
[starts sounding panicked]
It won't come off. What he was saying, could it be true? Could all this red I see everywhere... The blood from all those poor people I killed in the name of the government... All the pain I caused people here... Why won't it wash off? What if that thing really is what I am? Oh gods...
[scratching sounds as his nails start raking into his skin as his voice speeds up and starts losing coherency]
It won't come off.It won't come off.I tried washing it.I tried everything.The stain is still there - that horrible, putrid, disgus--
[he starts coughing and it's obvious he's coughing something up. Tyke is heard yipping in the background]
...dirty... always so dirty... even on the inside...