That's enough. You gave me false hope for the last time. Come closer so I can finish you off. You're bonded to me, but were cut off me. The bitch that stole you needs to stop playing. Come here so I can get this pain over with. That bitch just keeps running salt in my wounds. Let me just kill you. It's not like you're beating well anyways. She would never let you stop beating. No, she thinks I'm not good enough for death. She keeps your sorry excuse for a "heart" alive so I can feel the pain. Even when she isn't here. If you won't let me kill you, maybe I'll just kill myself first, and you'll come with me.
To the deepest pit of hell with my wrongdoings.