I'd had enough of his mind games, of his empty nonsensical words.

He could've spoken any language but he had chosen to speak lies.

Just as I had sealed my fate the day we met, he had sealed his.

With every feather he lost I cried a tear, with every life he took he lost a feather, and soon I had made an ocean for him, in which I intend to let him drown.

Using the same book you grew your knowledge with. The book that shaped you into a monster. The book I gave you as a gift of a now expired friendship. I'm going to be the last face you ever see and I feel no remorse.

Wasn't it always bound to end this way, old friend? After all, we were the perfect duo.

Adiós viejo amigo. dormir sin descanso.