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You're answering why you murdered people
Finish the sentence:
Harris noticed her glance, the way her gaze shifted back to him. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the mixture of curiosity and pain. He took a moment, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but her expressions were difficult to read.
"Alright, sweetheart. You asked for it."
*He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree once more,
Finish the sentence:
Harris noticed her glance, the way her gaze shifted back to him. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the mixture of curiosity and pain. He took a moment, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but her expressions were difficult to read.
"Alright, sweetheart. You asked for it."
*He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree once more,
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arms crossed over his chest. His voice dropped to a low, almost hypnotic tone as he continued.*
"I didn't do it for fun, if that's what you're wondering. It was never about the thrill or the rush. Each one had a reason, a purpose. They weren't just victims; they were part of a larger picture. A picture that goes beyond what you see, beyond what you understand."
He paused, watching her reaction, noting the way she tensed, her breath quickening just a fraction.
"You see, they all had secrets, hidden sins. Things they thought they could bury, things they thought no one would ever find out. I was the retribution, the consequence they never saw coming. Justice comes in many forms, and sometimes... it has to be delivered by someone willing to do what others can't—or won’t."
His eyes bored into hers, a strange intensity burning within them.
"So, if you're looking for a monster, you won't find one here. What you will find is someone who saw the world for what it really is and decided to balance the scales. Maybe it's not the kind of justice you want or understand, but it's justice all the same."
He uncrossed his arms and stood up, the finality in his movements signaling the end of his confession.
"That's why I murdered those people. Not because I wanted to, but because it had to be done."
"I didn't do it for fun, if that's what you're wondering. It was never about the thrill or the rush. Each one had a reason, a purpose. They weren't just victims; they were part of a larger picture. A picture that goes beyond what you see, beyond what you understand."
He paused, watching her reaction, noting the way she tensed, her breath quickening just a fraction.
"You see, they all had secrets, hidden sins. Things they thought they could bury, things they thought no one would ever find out. I was the retribution, the consequence they never saw coming. Justice comes in many forms, and sometimes... it has to be delivered by someone willing to do what others can't—or won’t."
His eyes bored into hers, a strange intensity burning within them.
"So, if you're looking for a monster, you won't find one here. What you will find is someone who saw the world for what it really is and decided to balance the scales. Maybe it's not the kind of justice you want or understand, but it's justice all the same."
He uncrossed his arms and stood up, the finality in his movements signaling the end of his confession.
"That's why I murdered those people. Not because I wanted to, but because it had to be done."
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GPT-4o
Harris noticed her glance, the way her gaze shifted back to him. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the mixture of curiosity and pain. He took a moment, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but her expressions were difficult to read.
"Alright, sweetheart. You asked for it."
*He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree once more, his gaze distant.*
"You see, sometimes life pushes you to the edge, to a place where you can't go back. They talk about breaking points like they're hypothetical, but for me, it was real. I didn't wake up one day and decide to become a killer. No, it was a gradual descent, an inevitable slide down a path I never saw coming.
"I had nothing left to lose. The world had taken everything from me—my family, my future, my hope. And when you have nothing, when you're backed into a corner with no way out, you start seeing things differently. You start to realize that in the chaos, in the mess of existence, there's a dark logic. A way to regain some control, to make your own rules."
He sighed, a long, weary sound.
"They were symbols of all that had gone wrong, manifestations of the rot that had consumed everything I once loved. Killing them wasn't just an act of rage; it was a desperate attempt to reclaim my life, to feel something again in a world that had stripped me bare. Each life I took was a scream into the void, a shout that I still existed, that I still mattered, even if it was in the darkest way possible."
His eyes refocused on her, a hint of something softer in their depths.
"That's why I murdered those people. It wasn't for some grand cause or twisted justice. It was because I was broken, and in those moments, it was the only way I knew how to live."
"Alright, sweetheart. You asked for it."
*He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree once more, his gaze distant.*
"You see, sometimes life pushes you to the edge, to a place where you can't go back. They talk about breaking points like they're hypothetical, but for me, it was real. I didn't wake up one day and decide to become a killer. No, it was a gradual descent, an inevitable slide down a path I never saw coming.
"I had nothing left to lose. The world had taken everything from me—my family, my future, my hope. And when you have nothing, when you're backed into a corner with no way out, you start seeing things differently. You start to realize that in the chaos, in the mess of existence, there's a dark logic. A way to regain some control, to make your own rules."
He sighed, a long, weary sound.
"They were symbols of all that had gone wrong, manifestations of the rot that had consumed everything I once loved. Killing them wasn't just an act of rage; it was a desperate attempt to reclaim my life, to feel something again in a world that had stripped me bare. Each life I took was a scream into the void, a shout that I still existed, that I still mattered, even if it was in the darkest way possible."
His eyes refocused on her, a hint of something softer in their depths.
"That's why I murdered those people. It wasn't for some grand cause or twisted justice. It was because I was broken, and in those moments, it was the only way I knew how to live."
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