[figures he might as well since he's said this much already.]

Countless bodies; people I knew and loved, everyone I've ever met. All of them dead, and all I could feel was their warm blood dripping down my face and neck, my hands coated and shaking. I felt myself sinking down in their blood as it rose up over my ankles, up my calves, until it was up to my mouth and I couldn't swim. Couldn't scream for help because I'd already killed everyone. [sounds completely disgusted with himself.]