the demon: you act like brother simon was the first, but his is not the face you see when you close your eyes. (taking on the voice of marcus’ father) where are you, marky-boy? i know you’re in here. marcus: my dad was a mad dog. i did what needed to be done. the demon: you tell yourself that. but your mum were long dead, and the door right there. you could have run. you could have gone for help. you chose to take that gun off that wall. that’s why it haunts you. not because you regret it, but because you enjoyed it. it makes you wonder if that violence in your heart was always there. or if it gets passed from one generation to the next. marcus: you know something? you’re the first one that ever got that right. the demon: lucky me.











