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[wretched_son]

It's me.
But it isn't me.

Ah.

Despair. Giver. You do not wander with the others. How curious you remain. Yet your death I can be content with.

Givers are always such trouble.

Just... a little more.

Temptation; she was yours, wasn't she, son of Frank?

Source, I am sorry for your pain.

Soon now. Watchfulness and Chaos.
Just a little further.

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voice.

[memorysuicide]

Why? Why her? Why did you kill her?!

Maria... Maria.Mari-

[wretched_son]

She was the next one.
And she was your temptation.

But to harm you
or kill you

I am sorry, son of Frank.

voice.

[memorysuicide]

But she didn't do anything to you! She didn't-...

What did you do to Harry?

[wretched_son]

It was her role to fulfill.

Harry. Harry Mason.
He tried to stop me. He really tried.
I hurt him. But I did not kill him.

To be honest, I am not sure how to kill him, even if I wished to.

I do not know where he is. Cynthia, however...

voice.

[memorysuicide]

Damn it. Why did I- If I hadn't asked him to- [The sound of James' fist connecting with a wall] Harry. Maria...

What about Cynthia?

[wretched_son]

Cynthia knows where he is, I believe. Why don't you ask her?

[memorysuicide]

I think I will.