... He... He want's to destroy me because he knows what I'm capable of. I don't think he actually want's me dead... More so, I think he wants me to kill others.

[ Still searching Jill's eyes. It was so hard to talk to her like this. The same voice, same face, even almost the same way that Jill looked at him. It was like talking to the other side of her mirror. ]

You can't take or make her take responsibility for every death... I know that it feels so wrong to kill... It's not a tasty thought and the bitterness is left afterward... But that doesn't mean she has to die because of it.