[Voice] with a side of [Location: Speares] The pen is blue

[slasher_slayer]

[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]

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[voice]

[intuitivewiccan]

[Tara has her 'concernicus' face on, though Cassie can't see that right now]

Cassie?

[Hey, it's truth time, right? So the truth from Tara, in response to Cassie's present murmurings]

You won't. I-I promise you won't.

[voice]

[slasher_slayer]

[Cassie's throat tightens at Tara's voice.]

You don't know that, Tara. You don't know what I've done. What's inside me.

[voice]

[intuitivewiccan]

What...what do you think is inside of you?

[voice]

[slasher_slayer]

I...I don't know.

But it ain't good.

[voice]

[intuitivewiccan]

Well, um, why? I-I mean, why do you think that? Something had to make you think there's something bad inside of you. Is it...is it just because of what you do?

[voice]

[slasher_slayer]

What I do. What I think. What I feel. The past five years have turned me into a killing machine. I don't give them second chances. I killed kids for Christ's sake.

I'm a fucking monster.

I'm just still alive.

[voice]

[intuitivewiccan]

You're not. You...you had to do that. Does it...make you feel good to kill?

[voice]

[slasher_slayer]

I could have chosen to turn them into the authorities.

I didn't.

I made the decision to kill those kids.