Dear Father and Co.,
This isn't funny.
I don't like it, not at all, not at all.
I hate every last one of you, and to see you in pain would give me such a rush of adrenaline, the likes of which has never before been experienced. I would...enjoy it.
Hate hate hate hate hate. Forget petty dislikes; THIS IS HATRED. I cannot stand this. I want to die; I just want to shrivel up and DIE so that nothing else will happen to me. DIE, you hear me?
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Breathe, Siegfried, breathe.
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Can you hear me, Father? It's your eldest son.
-Siegfried
I don't like it, not at all, not at all.
I hate every last one of you, and to see you in pain would give me such a rush of adrenaline, the likes of which has never before been experienced. I would...enjoy it.
Hate hate hate hate hate. Forget petty dislikes; THIS IS HATRED. I cannot stand this. I want to die; I just want to shrivel up and DIE so that nothing else will happen to me. DIE, you hear me?
...
Breathe, Siegfried, breathe.
...
Can you hear me, Father? It's your eldest son.
-Siegfried