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[donereasoning]

[He has spent days behind a locked, iron door, interacting only with those passing by or the damned orderlies. He was restrained like a dog, growing madder and madder as time went by. He has slammed himself into doors and walls just to get the static out of his mind. His efforts were in vain; it's all he can hear now

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[sinnedforme]

...Kaito?

[sinnedforme]

[not able to stop the involuntarily scream of pain]

Then... then.. this week is going to be over soon, and you'll probably remember everything. Even after--

[donereasoning]

[He grabs her by the front of her shirt and throws her to the floor.]

[sinnedforme]

[another scream-- she's in no way used to this kind of brutal treatment]

S-- so, please remem-- ber...

[donereasoning]

[He looks over to the side -- there, the makeshift bludgeon she dropped.

That will do.

KaITO picks it up. She's still talking, even as he approaches. Even as he raises it above his head.]

1/?

[sinnedforme]

I...

[sinnedforme]

[sinnedforme]

...I love you, alright? Always did. I'm sorry I didn't say it when I should have... I appreciate everything you've done for me and the kids.

I'm... really glad you were born.

[sinnedforme]

And fuck what they said, okay? I always thought your voice wa--

[donereasoning]

[He brings the weapon down once, twice, three times on her head.

He turns it around, using the end, and stabs it down. Once, twice, three times on her torso.

When it's not enough, he stomps on her body repeatedly until he hears the sickening 'crack' from the vital components in her chest. That sound is what he wanted; it meant that she was absolutely broken, and unable to function anymore.]

[donereasoning]

[It's over. He's finished.

Result: It was just as easy eliminating a Vocaloid as it was a human. Certainly something he suspected (and the reason he carried an icepick around), but never confirmed. Now he had it -- absolute data that supported his hypothesis. It's actually rather alarming information for him; he was structurally still a Vocaloid. He would have to remember to make up for that weakness, by weapon or anything else.

He tosses the wooden post to the side. It didn't damage her as quickly as he wanted. He needed to find something else. After a pause, he uses his foot to kick the body to the side of the hallway as well. It will have to be collected and salvaged later.

For now... he's moving on.]