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not to be overdramatic or anything, but if I ever fell down a rabbit hole hunting for revenge, and you, my best friend, were there and helped me plan murder in order to bring justice into the world, and we huddled together in dark forests as we tried to avoid the nightmarish creature hunting us while we hunt for the human monster, and we stayed together even as we lose whole parts of ourselves, corrupting into satire parodies of what we once were, and i discovered that *you* had a hand in bringing this monster into our lives, you were part of the reason why tragedy is now our life, and i tortured you, and i made you fear for your life, and i made you think you were truly going crazy, and then I realized that it never even mattered, because, in the end, the human monster made his own choice to fall into rot while you spent your time trying to cling to a life worth living and I realize I'm becoming the same fucking monster that we're hunting, and i got people killed, and i got you in danger, and in the end I became the reason why everything went to shit, well. I would have let go of the window too, to be honest. A death from a simple fall would be far more merciful than my own mind.