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P: "What-... You think 'Honesty' is somehow the most important thing in the world?"
P: "You think I'm a bad person just because I'm not always telling the truth."
P: "Because I make mistakes that means I deserve to go to hell?"
P: "That kind of moral absolutism is complete bullshit as far as I'm concerned."
P: "I don't care if you're some kind of God or Devil... you're complete bullshit."
P: "I already knew that I wasn't unique. I know I'm not anyone special. You think that hurts my feelings?"
P: "All you've done is confirm that... fuck... god damn it..."
P: "Everything you're saying just means that I'm like everyone else!"
P: "We all do it! I'm not the only one! So stop judging just me only because you caught me in the act!"
P: "Whether it's being irresponsible, lying, or doing whatever else... nobody is perfect."
P: "The difference between me and you is that I am Human, after all."
P: "Yeah I fucked up in a big way. But you know what...."

He began to cough and blood began to spew from his lips.
It was dribbling down his chin now and staining the front of his shirt.
K seemed to be so far away from him even though she'd been so close only moments ago.
Or maybe that wasn't blood on his shirt and maybe her cloak was wrapped tightly around him now.
He could imagine her blue eyes locking him in place with her paralyzing gaze.
He could imagine he was about to be devoured.
Yet, still, if she was right then he had been a liar for his entire life.
Maybe it was his last chance to ever be honest.
P closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to fight through the fear of looking at her.
And from the bottom of his lungs he released the words that he was carefully holding.
His contempt for this kind of person was given a voice.

P: "You know what?... Heh..."
P: "You're just a shitty, distant person who can't get along with others because of your obsession with honesty."
P: "If other people get mad it's not my fault, I was just telling the truth."
P: "If nobody wants to be my friend it's not my fault, they just can't handle the truth."
P: "Is that what you've been telling yourself this whole time Miss Goddess of Death?"
P: "Ha-... Hahah... I'm about to go to Hell, I'm pretty sure... but still..."
P: "I wonder if that's better than living in the delusional, shitty life that you've created for yourself."

The clock read 12:04.
The second paramedic couldn't do anything except confirm that Q was already dead.
Even peeling her body out of the car was going to be a difficult task.
The crisis response team was still a few minutes away but it wasn't like they could help.
At that point there was only one person left to deal with -- the drunk.

T had gone over to try and help him.
The man was laying face down and mumbling to himself on the sidewalk.
Whatever he saw was probably an illusion that mirrored the real world but didn't reflect reality.
Then, just as T was going to offer him aide, the man stumbled to his feet.
The drunk took a few steps and began bleeding from his mouth.
His legs were shaking, he could barely stand.
The reality was that P had not suffered any serious injuries.
If P had lain still he might have survived.
If P moved slowly and carefully he could have gotten through it, maybe.
But he had jumped to his feet erratically and continued to rant at someone who wasn't even there.
One of his ribs, which had been bent inward, had punctured his lung ever so slightly.
But the violent actions he was taking had caused that rib to tear at the tissue even more deeply.
His insides were gouged and he had sealed his own fate by taking those steps.
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