... when we were in that haunted house, I got shoved into a mirror and went insane and got possessed. Then I killed a friend who begging to stop playing and tortured another friend because he had been the main reason me and my unit kept ending up in mirrors. Mirrors that made it feel like a century went by. Alone. Isolated. And with only one window to look out of.

I cut him open with a knife I found. I stuck my hand into the wound, into his guts, and I told him-- [faltering a bit because, in fact, does NOT talk about this part with anyone.] I asked him why he was being so cold to us when he was so warm inside. I kissed his neck. I... felt him die, and I cut out his heart, split it in half... gave one of them to my unitmate.

Then I got... shove into another mirror. And his body was laying there in front of it. And I spent... a century staring at it. Pleased about it.

So I get it. You don't want anyone to know about this because it fucked you up and makes it worse if people who were also fucked up about it hear about how it actually went. I get you want to protect yourself and those you actually let close to you.

So I won't say anything.

[... and now it's time to. shakily. make his way. off of the ledge.]