A) May I confess? May I be allowed to weep, uncontrollably before you? I have something troubling me, so deeply, that I can’t function, normally. You see, I feel so lost. So, aimless. As if I’ve fallen, of course, or something. I remember a feeling. A certain feeling. One where I was engulfed in, freedom and, clear mindedness. I can’t remember what it felt like, but I do remember feeling it. It’s gone, for what feels to be, forever. Is it okay to feel this way? Is it okay to be, like the rest? I feel, as if I’m, drifting. As if I’m, so far away from everyone and everything I love and cherish, that if I don’t come back soon, I’ll be gone forever.
B) What is your confession, my son?
A) (sigh) I’m repenting for a murder I’m soon to commit!
B) There is always another way!
A) Not this time!
(Shoots/kills priest.)