Post by childofthehunt on Jun 11, 2009 7:09:21 GMT -5
"The Killer In Me"
I'm not a killer.
That was not me who killed the preacher back in the old Animus. I didn't kill all those people from Saccharine. That was all Bremmen's work.
I shouldn't have asked him to show me my past as Magnus. I hate myself.
After waking up from the trance at the cafe, I decided to stroll around and get some fresh air. The past he showed me was just horrible. The guy I saw couldn't be me. That couldn't be my family.
I hate myself.
I hate the rush I felt when Bremmen killed that preacher. I hate myself for wondering, what kind of rush Magnus must've felt killing all those people. Why do I feel like I'm longing for the rush of killing?
Sitting here at the fountain, just reminds me of Myzrael. He made the fountain work again. Maybe he did it for me. I dunno. The sound of the water should make me feel calmer, but it's not doing that. What's wrong with me?
Looking around this place, Animus, I feel so small, so weak, so vulnerable. Ironic isn't it?
I can turn myself into something indestructible at will, but emotionally, I feel so vulnerable.
I dunno, if I should consider myself lucky for having Bremmen. I know he's evil but weird enough, I also knew I could trust him...with my life and he cares for me.
Or maybe he doesn't really care? Maybe if my death wouldn't result to him getting dragged back to Helgard, he wouldn't give a rat's ass about me.
Bremmen and I, we're in this together. We'll need to work together to survive this city.
As long as he inhabits my body, I know I can count on him to protect and save me...for now...
I'm not a killer.
That was not me who killed the preacher back in the old Animus. I didn't kill all those people from Saccharine. That was all Bremmen's work.
I shouldn't have asked him to show me my past as Magnus. I hate myself.
After waking up from the trance at the cafe, I decided to stroll around and get some fresh air. The past he showed me was just horrible. The guy I saw couldn't be me. That couldn't be my family.
I hate myself.
I hate the rush I felt when Bremmen killed that preacher. I hate myself for wondering, what kind of rush Magnus must've felt killing all those people. Why do I feel like I'm longing for the rush of killing?
Sitting here at the fountain, just reminds me of Myzrael. He made the fountain work again. Maybe he did it for me. I dunno. The sound of the water should make me feel calmer, but it's not doing that. What's wrong with me?
Looking around this place, Animus, I feel so small, so weak, so vulnerable. Ironic isn't it?
I can turn myself into something indestructible at will, but emotionally, I feel so vulnerable.
I dunno, if I should consider myself lucky for having Bremmen. I know he's evil but weird enough, I also knew I could trust him...with my life and he cares for me.
Or maybe he doesn't really care? Maybe if my death wouldn't result to him getting dragged back to Helgard, he wouldn't give a rat's ass about me.
Bremmen and I, we're in this together. We'll need to work together to survive this city.
As long as he inhabits my body, I know I can count on him to protect and save me...for now...