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He's right. He's right he's right he's right.
I'm just like him. Just. Like. That. Monster.
I could do it. I know how to cover things up. I could... if I really wanted to.
The mask is cracking. Cracking ever so slowly.
I wonder... what will happen when it cracks completely? That fragile shell of sanity...
And then, when it's gone, will I be able to cover it up again?
... What does it matter, anyway? The line between sanity and madness is far too blurred, anyway. I've seen that firsthand.
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