Such pathetic little lives. And yet, so much to say.

Do you want to know what goes on inside their head?

Do you really care? They're awful. A mockery from him.

What is this? Your comic relief? A way to dilute my work? But I can see. Your unique perspective lies a hidden truth. Something even you fear.

And you. You keep up a facade, and for what? What do you think it makes you? You think keeping an ignorant attitude will fix the world around you? You think you will be safe?

But you. You're the worst one. You're horrible. You can keep trying to keep that calm demeanor. See how far it takes you. You're sleepless. But the truth is, nobody gets to walk off my workspace, doctor. Not without a memory. Your memory.