>>58666696You needed help.
"Liar, liar, liar" began to repeat in your mind.
You got back on your feet and walked out in search of the only person willing to help you in your state.
You were too afraid to go to your family or friends with the issues you were facing.
You didn't want to hurt them.
You didn't trust yourself.
And here you were.
Dragging yourself to someone you called a "friend" not knowing if you'd attempt to kill him again.
A hypocrite—that's what you were.
Once you walked through the door, you saw him sleeping like nothing ever happened.
It would be so easy to kill him now.
Maybe he would become like you after death.
But what if he doesn't?
Then you would have killed someone you considered a friend.
A friend that had the opportunity to kill you but didn't.
He said that you weren't the worst case he has seen.
Was this the reason he slept so calmly?
Was he telling the truth?
Or was he lying to you?
"Liar, liar, liar" began to repeat in your mind as you approached him.
You hated him.
He had something you lost, and you wanted to see him dead for it.
He shouldn't have uncovered your secret.
He should have blown your brains out when he had the chance so your suffering would have ended right then and there.
And yet if he didn't, you would have no one to turn to.
You would be even more alone than you are right now.
So you now stood above him.
One swipe with your claws to the throat would end it quickly.
Or you could try ripping his heart out.
Your hand was above his chest.
But you couldn't do it.
"Friend," was reverberating its way through your thoughts.
You grabbed his hand and put it to your face.
You felt warmth.
You sat on the floor, coddling his hand to your face.
"Was he really lying?" you asked yourself.
Maybe killing him could wait for a while longer.
A bit of an perspective shift for the Copanon story.
