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[goryteller]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, WILHELM. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 012.77.248.14 *** WILHELM has joined 012.77.248.14 <WILHELM> Hello. This is the private mailbox belonging to Katurian Katurian. It sounds a little like a fake name, but it isn't. <WILHELM>Ha ha. <WILHELM>Anyway, if you leave a message here, I'll get back to it when I can.

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<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

You know, if it's

If it's easier for you, we can just pretend you didn't say anything. If you'd like. Or we can just pretend that I didn't even see you in the first place.

<marco>

[peccatore]

I don't think that's a good way for me to deal with what I've done.
Sorry.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Alright.



Have you found his family?

<marco>

[peccatore]

[Ha. Ahahahahaha.

That hadn't even occurred to him.]

oh God

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

[yeeeeuuuuuurghhhh]

Well, that might be a good place to start. He's probably

quite decomposed at this point, especially if you left him in the lake, which I don't know, maybe you took him elsewhere, but he might have a wallet still, or maybe they can do things with dental records or something like that. I mean, I don't know if they have that technology here, but they probably do, right? I mean, they've got dentists. How hard can it be?

<marco>

[peccatore]

[It takes an hour or so until Marco says anything else. Guess what he's been up to.]

Someone else took his wallet.
I'm assuming.
His body isn't here anymore.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Oh.

Well.

That's that.

<marco>

[peccatore]

Did anybody manage to force that "cure" on you?
I hope not.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

No. I didn't leave my house. I was afraid of what I'd become.

Is that what happened to you?

<marco>

[peccatore]

It is. I never meant to take it.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

I

I have a question I'd like to ask you. You don't need to answer it if you don't want to. I want you to know that.

<marco>

[peccatore]

What is it?

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Did you kill your father?

<marco>

[peccatore]

[Ah.]

I did.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Why?

<marco>

[peccatore]

I guess
you could call it self-defense.

But don't get me wrong please.
I don't think that's any excuse.

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Self-defense.

[A long pause.]

I killed my father in self-defense, too. My mother as well.

<marco>

[peccatore]

[Oh.]

I'm sorry
I didn't mean to imply you did anything wrong.

Did it happen at the same time?
The two of them?

[goryteller]

It's alright. I know I didn't do anything wrong.

Anyway, yes. It did happen at the same time. Or sequentially, I guess. I killed both of them while they were sleeping. And I guess it wasn't really self-defense because they weren't hurting me, they were hurting my brother, but I'm still glad I did it.

What happened with you? With your father?

[peccatore]

That's terrible.
that they were hurting your brother I mean.
You were very brave.

My father
turned out to be a vampire.
I had no idea until it happened. I still don't know how long he had been a vampire for.
I think he was just like...
us. Here.
He must have attacked me out of hunger.

[goryteller]

Thanks.

[He feels hollow, typing that one word. 'Thanks.' Like he was the hero in his story. Like he's always been the hero. When Katurian looks back on that day, he sees himself as a coward pushed beyond his breaking point. Nothing more.]

If he was attacking you, there was only so much you could do. You didn't have a choice.

[peccatore]

I had a choice afterwards.

But I didn't tell anyone what happened.


I made it look like there was a fire. Burned all the evidence away.
then inherited it all.

[goryteller]

Do you think he would've wanted you to confess?

[peccatore]

[It takes a good half hour or more for this reply to come.]

It would have been the right thing to do.

[goryteller]

Listen, I

I don't know anything about your father. And I don't know that much about you either, now that I think about it, but I like to think you're a good person, and I know that if I lost my mind and tried to kill a good person and they killed me instead, I wouldn't be angry. I wouldn't blame them. And if you blame yourself, that's okay, too, because good people sometimes blame themselves for things like this, but it doesn't mean that it's your fault. Surviving isn't your fault.