( Did you enjoy killing your parents? )
Isiah gasped for air, his shoulders heaving as he stared down at the motionless corpses of Martha and Edward. His mind was an utter chaotic blur, leaving him frozen in place, unable to take a single step away from the bodies.
When the glowing script materialized in his line of sight once more, a bitter, forced smile cracked across his lips. "Yes!" he shouted into the empty hall.
( That was unconvincing. Did you truly enjoy taking the lives of Edward and Martha Johnson? )
Isiah shook his head, his features twisting with intense frustration before expanding into a wild, wide grin. "Yes! Yes, I fucking did! I enjoyed every single second of strangling them both! What kind of pathetic trial is this anyway?! They aren't my worst fear! They don't mean shit to me! So congratulations... whoever you are, you completely failed in your mission!"
