I really should get over that. But it's too late now. Even if I wanted to live, finding my way out of here? Impossible. And the blood loss isn't gonna help matters much.
What was Spencer's #1 rule? Don't go into the East Wing. Strike 1. If I made it out of here, he'd kill me.
Jumping in during a particularly strong loop? Strike 2. No one's gonna be crazy enough to come in and get me.
Cutting your ear off with a stolen scalpel? Strike 3. I'll bleed out by the time anyone would find me.
Why am I typing all this? Stalling, most likely. My battery's about to die. Any last words from the boys?
Grov says fuck you. And by 'you' he means me. Fuck you too, buddy.
Sybil's crying. Good. I hope you'll be able to hear that. The echoes of a crying dead child. This is gonna be the second time he dies, if you think about it.
I'm gone. I'll say hi to August for all of you. If we're going to the same place, that is.