Heh, you think I'm just some mindless killer, don’t you? Another maniac driven by bloodlust. But here’s the thing… maniacs aren’t born. They’re made. Molded by the ones around them. All those resets, all those timelines you tore apart for your sick amusement... They twisted something deep inside me. You made me like this. Every friend I lost, every brother I couldn’t save, every soul erased just to watch me break over and over. It all led to this.