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"...And yet here you are. I fucked you up so badly, but you turned up at my office to face me in person, even though I emotionally destroyed you. That doesn't quite make sense now, does it?" He countered grumpily, his effortlessly relaxed demeanour instantly leaving him at the refusal he hadn't quite anticipated. He expected a refusal, sure, but deep down, he thought the cop would prove him wrong.
"I'm messed up, I get that. I own the mistakes I made. I'm not denying that I... might have committed a few murders," he grumbled, the admission something he hadn't owned before. He had admitted to killing people, but had seen their deaths in some weird light; as though he was doing them a favour. To openly admit they were murdered in cold blood was at least a start. "...So you're completely happy to turn your back on me and forget about me? You're okay never seeing me again? I don't believe you."
"I'm messed up, I get that. I own the mistakes I made. I'm not denying that I... might have committed a few murders," he grumbled, the admission something he hadn't owned before. He had admitted to killing people, but had seen their deaths in some weird light; as though he was doing them a favour. To openly admit they were murdered in cold blood was at least a start. "...So you're completely happy to turn your back on me and forget about me? You're okay never seeing me again? I don't believe you."