Why?
Why did I have to discover this?
Why me?
Why now?
I am about to murder thousands of people in the cruelest way imaginable.
Husbands, sons, fathers, and brothers—
So many men will die in agony, writhing on the ground as they suffocate.
I am about to become a murderer without equal.
I anguished for a very long time before finally coming to terms with the fact.
I know that there is no turning back now.
So why did I have to discover something so beautiful now, of all times?
Come what may,
I must fulfill my mission.
Will anyone set foot in this place again?
Will anyone bear witness to such a wondrous sight again?
Everything I'd believed in until now.
And everything I must believe in from this point forth.
Why?
Why did I have to discover this?
Why me?
Why now?
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
Will I ever come to understand?
I just don't understand