[He rubs his temples. He rattles this off quickly, slowly getting louder, the words just pouring out.]

I intended for the resurrection of the graveyard I started it in. I worked for weeks, I set it up around the mausoleums so I didn't have to dig anything up. It went off stronger than I planned, I made them them even stronger than I thought. Those they killed came back minutes later, adding to it.

I wanted the chaos, I wanted people to notice and be terrified. I wanted him to know that I fucking meant business and that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn't fucking worthless! Before I knew it, the things were everywhere, I was out of power and the Lumen Conscientia had found me out along with the FBI. They found me. I was watching and they found me and killed me. I could barely move because my energy was gone. One of the agents just flipped out and shot me after being told to bring me in alive.

I knew what I was doing! I knew what I was fucking doing and it went out of control so that bastard won in the end anyway! Th-that son of a bitch always gets his way, he probably fucking tipped off the LC, probably knew the entire fucking time--

[He suddenly cuts himself short, violently kicks the nearest kitchen chair, and storms out of the house.]