1 count of assault on a police constable in the execution of his duty
[The function is initiated, but dialogue is absent; the hum of distant machinery acknowledges the device is running in audio mode. A minute passes. Low breathing grazes the periphery of sound. It is uneven, by a small measure, laboured.]
...I have a feeling Mon-chan isn't here... so who is going to pay for everything now? That treacherous monster...
I said: who is going to compensate me, for... it all... now that I am here?
There's no meaning any more. I should shoot myself in the temple. One specimen less - my final victory. A pointless death, but so ironic. The truth of it is, I would rather fuck everything up for you. I just wanna ruin it all.
This operation falls short, it ain't Unit 731, or Auschwitz. Just a bunch of kids in here, like the Tuol Sleng. Your kids nonetheless, your property, in my hands.
Bringing me here was an error of judgement. You'll feel it eventually.
You'll feel it.
...I have a feeling Mon-chan isn't here... so who is going to pay for everything now? That treacherous monster...
I said: who is going to compensate me, for... it all... now that I am here?
There's no meaning any more. I should shoot myself in the temple. One specimen less - my final victory. A pointless death, but so ironic. The truth of it is, I would rather fuck everything up for you. I just wanna ruin it all.
This operation falls short, it ain't Unit 731, or Auschwitz. Just a bunch of kids in here, like the Tuol Sleng. Your kids nonetheless, your property, in my hands.
Bringing me here was an error of judgement. You'll feel it eventually.
You'll feel it.