He can't touch his camera anymore. His kits and his props are locked away in his closet. Out of sight. A constant reminder of the crimes he's committed. Of so many more he's guilty of by association. The parts he played in gruesome fates without knowing what harm he was causing.
It was real to them.
But they're gone now. He played a part in that.
"Like f...film making. Video editing." Those things don't hurt quite so much as what he's really good at. "But all I ever seem to do with that is more harm than good. So I gave it up. D...do you know what that's like? Being good at something that's bad?"
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He can't touch his camera anymore. His kits and his props are locked away in his closet. Out of sight. A constant reminder of the crimes he's committed. Of so many more he's guilty of by association. The parts he played in gruesome fates without knowing what harm he was causing.
It was real to them.
But they're gone now. He played a part in that.
"Like f...film making. Video editing." Those things don't hurt quite so much as what he's really good at. "But all I ever seem to do with that is more harm than good. So I gave it up. D...do you know what that's like? Being good at something that's bad?"