“Hilda”
Did you sleep well, murderer?

“Me”
No, I did not, but you know that don’t you?

“Hilda”
It wasn’t me. It was your number twelve demon, the one you killed in front of his family as he was giving a speech.

“Me”
I didn’t know they were there in the audience, besides, once again, I had my orders.

“Hilda”
Another excuse, another murder, doesn’t it get old and tiring, always having a justifiable reason?

“Me”
Yes, it does, you know that, but it is the truth. Anyway, how can OI help it?

“Hilda”
You can’t. It is something you have to face. These shadow people are those you have murdered, and they will forever haunt you. Do you even understand?

“Me”
Yes, I do. But then again, how can I control them to leave me alone?

“Hilda”
You still don’t get it, do you? You can’t control them. I have complete control, and I always will. I tell them when to haunt you. Again, I have complete control over them. Do you see know, my friend?

“Me”
You use the term friend like it means something to you. A friend wouldn’t to this to another friend. A real friend wouldn’t hurt another like this.

“Hilda”
I use the term friend as I see fit. Besides, your lucky I don’t allow it every night. So, tonight, friend, you sleep. Tomorrow night, I haven’t decided, friend. Good night, my murderer.

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