Do you know what death is? Would you understand the horror of a life lost if it bled upon your hands? I walk an endless nightmare, trudge so steep an uphill road in vainest hope truth might prevail and lighten your dark load. I did not choose to come here. I can barely understand how what you claim has done these things could be aught but a man! Bare your guilt, yield up your graves, though I am barely willing to unveil my tortured eyes in light of this grim calling. God, have mercy on this...