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Go fuck yourself, you Amazon CUNT.
Jesus, Victoria was so sane and rational about it, too. Victoria: what did you make me into?
You say that word with such venom. Cunt. It's a fairly harmless insult in the UK, you realize. Only in this country could a euphemism for female genitalia be considered the ultimate obscenity. The word is actually quite beautiful, related to "Cunina," the Roman goddess who protects sleeping infants. It means "all-knowing, all-powerful." Of course, men attempted to rob us of Cunt's ancient magic by making the word taboo. Now that the beasts are finally gone, it's time we reclaim our proper title.
Hero... kill this whore.
Not an hour of a day goes by when I don't relive that and I don't mean Victoria's little speech, I mean what happened after that. Right after that. Poor helpless little bitch with her sorry US Mail carrier bag, all she did was trade food for a motorcycle. There wasn't a damn thing wrong with that and she had as much right to survive as Victoria.
As me.
Kill her... or kill yourself.
It was my job to save people, not kill them. Every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year, I look down at myself and ask this one question over and over and over again: Hero Brown, what the fuck were you thinking? The answer always comes back the same: I don't know. I was scared. I thought there was nothing left to live for. I was scared. I was scared to live and scared to die but most of all, I was scared to be alone.
Even after everything else, I was scared to be left alone.
It's kind of understandable... isn't it?
Jesus, Victoria was so sane and rational about it, too. Victoria: what did you make me into?
You say that word with such venom. Cunt. It's a fairly harmless insult in the UK, you realize. Only in this country could a euphemism for female genitalia be considered the ultimate obscenity. The word is actually quite beautiful, related to "Cunina," the Roman goddess who protects sleeping infants. It means "all-knowing, all-powerful." Of course, men attempted to rob us of Cunt's ancient magic by making the word taboo. Now that the beasts are finally gone, it's time we reclaim our proper title.
Hero... kill this whore.
Not an hour of a day goes by when I don't relive that and I don't mean Victoria's little speech, I mean what happened after that. Right after that. Poor helpless little bitch with her sorry US Mail carrier bag, all she did was trade food for a motorcycle. There wasn't a damn thing wrong with that and she had as much right to survive as Victoria.
As me.
Kill her... or kill yourself.
It was my job to save people, not kill them. Every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year, I look down at myself and ask this one question over and over and over again: Hero Brown, what the fuck were you thinking? The answer always comes back the same: I don't know. I was scared. I thought there was nothing left to live for. I was scared. I was scared to live and scared to die but most of all, I was scared to be alone.
Even after everything else, I was scared to be left alone.
It's kind of understandable... isn't it?