notes: is anybody home? echo...echo...
It was not as bad as they made it out to be later, when they wrote it all down. How can you miss something you never cherished? All he broke was a toy he never asked for. Eventually, his particles (how, exactly, he was never sure) knit themselves back together, and once somewhat complete he went to the same place as everyone else, all of the other killers, all of those he killed. Everyone, not matter who or what they once were, becomes at last the same. Was it worth it? They asked. Oh, it was grand, while it lasted.