“Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the…little emotions. In…you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?”
He’s totally wicked.
It’s not me that he always talking about. It’s not me that he always write about. It’s someone that he always wished to be with him. Not me.