009 - ...
Finally, a little time to get this down. I blame Vergil.
Anyway. So. Dream. Right. That wasn't cool. I don't know why my stupid brain would spit something OUT like that, but that was very uncool. I mean, sure, I can't stand Vergil at all, most of the time I wish he would just shut the fuck up, but kill him? Never. I mean, if you really wanna look at it, in any way, not only is killing randomly not my thing, he's still, you know, my brother. And I just don't get it. I mean, what could make me change that much? That I'd do something like that? And just...Not feel anything? I'm not that much of an asshole...Am I? I mean, I know I'm not the nicest guy in the world or anything, but I can't be that bad. I just can't be.
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And it happened. It really, really happened. The...Other...Me confirmed it. And HE'S about as unaffected by it as the me in the dream. Didn't bat an eyelash. I don't get it. And he wouldn't explain, and...I don't know. It's just fucked up. It's real fucked up. And I really don't want any part in it.
Gettin' as smashed as Vergil's starting to look like a real good idea. ...Which means I should probably try to talk myself out of it.