You look horrible! What happened to you?
- I read a book called "How to become a ninja." And then I tried to get into a fight.
- Not clear that you learned something.
But I realized one thing... Real ninjas don't write books.
- Quite right, sir, if our super-cleaner can't clean up dog shit with your floor, I'll eat it myself!
- Enjoy, we have the morning the electricity went out.
Ask yourself the question... When you remember the past, are you always able to recognize which events were real and which were fantasies or dreams? Can you grasp the distinction between them?
I kept going... without purpose, without reason. I was walking by the road people. Looking around...
Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. Time flew by... I ate everything I could find... but I never wanted more. My feelings and desires flowed together over time. I was devoid of emotion...
I woke up in a strange place... that day I was alone.
I didn't cry, although I was very young.
I wasn't mad at parents because they left me; the loneliness I was not scared.
If I knew from the beginning that there will be one?
- When?
- When, what?
- When you started killing people?
- I always got killed...
- So you killed many...
Well...don't know how much...
And you don't feel guilty, you don't have nightmares, you're not the least bit contrite?
I don't know... I just know that the bad people die and the good live.
- Who decides this? How can you know good or bad person you killed?
- They are bad, so they hate them... And order me killing them.
- What about you? All those whom you murdered, hate you... doesn't that mean that you're bad?
They... don't know me.