He’s dead.
Those were the two words that I muttered. Great memories were had, but truth to be told it was a painful struggle to maintain our coexistence. One of us had to go.
And I was not prepared to draw lots.
I did what I had to do. Don’t give me that look, you would have done it too if you were in my position. You know you would. After all these time, it’s only natural for self preservation to kick in. Kill or be killed, is that not the case? Yes, yes of course it is.
For more than two years, he came and changed everything. He took over, played a perfect double and fooled them all. All, at least, but me. I saw through his disguise. I was the one struggling with him, forcing him to come clean. But he wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t, that was his entire existence; a gigantic bluff.
So I had to stop him. I was the good guy, don’t you understand! I waiting till he started to lay dormant, and then I destroyed him. I tore him up, ripped him apart. I hoped no one noticed. I thought I could start anew, leave the past behind you know? But that was not the case. The past always catches up to you. So one day, when I finally let my guard down, it hit me. Only then did i realize: I was naive.
After all, that man I killed? Yea, that was me.
The Millenium Report 