"Yeah your right, it wasn't your fualt I snapped." Tim said. "I didn't realize I had a duaghter until fourty-eight hours ago." Tim continued. "Oh, but you had to preform your, little expiraments on us, didn't you? If I had known you had done this, you'd be dead now, I should've killed you back at the asylum when I had the chance." Tim filled with rage. "Yeah, sure, I'd spend a few months in the hole, and never meet Izzy, but no one else but you would've died. So, now that I think about it, this whole fiasco is your fualt!" Tim sat up, his eyes a bright red.
"Yeah, I killed a guy, but you. You played god, you created abominations, abominations worse then I. That's a sin, no man can recover from, not even you." Tim said, his eyes now a dark red. "No one needed to get dragged into this, not Victoria, not Will, not GG, and certinly not I, but no. You had to go ahead and tell us this when we could've lived in our own little world for the rest of our lives." Tim said. "I hope you rot, basterd." He finished...