Something deep inside of me speaks with the voice of the psycho: For who could ever love a beast?

There’s an innocence to her still that amazes me. Sometimes I forget she’s older than me. Then, I remember that she hasn’t gone through what I’ve gone through.

At this point, I realize: He is making a monster of me.

I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…

The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.

People don't make decisions within these sorts of groups. They try to avoid more torture. Then they are tortured into thinking they made a decision of their own free will.