[ To say he doesn't feel guilty over stabbing one of his compatriots would be a lie, but the quickly rising wave of guilt isn't enough to stop him from keeping his knife buried deep—or from dragging it down half a centimeter once he notices the flurry of action prompted by his violence.

Sorry Liem, he'll convey proper apologies later. ]

I'm waking you up. Whatever it is you're seeing, it's not real.

[ Despite the unhappiness he feels, none of it bleeds out into his voice, cold and harsh instead of pleading. ]

But the pain you're feeling is real and it'll only get worse the longer you cling to that holy day of yours.

[ This is a promise that he will, unfortunately, be making good on. ]