It does accumulate inside you, though, the weight of all these bodies you’ve left behind. You carry them with you, like. You remember how this one died, how that one didn’t. But you also remember the first time you saw your final girl in her true light, and how your vision tunneled down, your mind pulsing her, her, her. In all the world, there’s no feeling so pure. But the way there, it’s brutal.
