It was all too fitting.  As I once reduced others to the state of a caged animal, so I, too, was similarly reduced, locked away in the basement cell I helped to construct.  Willie.  Julia.  Acting for my own good.  Damn my own good.

I need no friends, want to friends.  Are they friends?   This is revenge for all I have done in the past.

The howling of those snarling dogs is tearing at my blood.  This cell.  First thing I constructed.  Even Jeremiah never knew of the loose brick and secret passage of which I’ll avail myself.  The call.  They’ve no idea how intoxicating it is.

I struck Young Loomis and escaped.  I am past the point when friends are possible.  I’m sorry, Willie.




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