[ WP ] Your brother falls into what is believed to be a vegetative state . The care he needs leaves you neglected . You go down the wrong path leading you to murder . You confide in your brother about the crimes thinking he ca n't hear you . 12 years later technology allows him to speak , he was conscious .

My brother. If you could ever know of the darkness. If you knew of the black saplings feeding from my gut. Their metal roots cling to the flesh of my goodness, and feed me the vile sacrament that is your delectable deed. Let me out this bed oh brother, my brother. I will take up this knife, and this shovel for you, as you did me. 
 Do you understand? Do you comprehend the depravity of my soul? Do you smell the filth of your hands on my breath? That first one... The woman at the bus stop on Burnside? That's when I was `` born'', and brother do I ever feel alive! You made me into the beautiful creature I am you see! 
 With every body that you liberated from its parasite, I grew stronger. 
 I lay in bed and listen to you speaking of twisting knives, and cracking bones, and I can hear the swelling symphony's of lacerations and puncture wounds, as you conduct these forces in your magnum opus. 
 Me. 
 I love you brother, my brother. Now I will be your Shepard, and you my flock. Now, blindly you may follow. I will lead you not, unto salvation, but into the arms of liberation. My brother, we will know the taste of blood.
