All of this, it's my fault. I knew that this was going to happen and yet I did nothing to change its outcome. I did nothing to save these people, my friends, from this fate. A fate that I witnessed first hand, and even drew slight glee from. That feeling will haunt me. I see now, that red soaked dream was a form of punishment. A cruel reminder of my part in this. I could have stopped it and I did nothing.
Walking through the patches of dried blood, past the contorted piles of bodies. I wonder what it must have been like, to fight for your life so desperately. Amelia and Jeremy are clouding my thoughts the most. They were good people. They didn't deserve an end like this... I need to keep an eye on Peter.
My patron warned me of this. He wanted me to stop it. I will listen next time.