Look at you, Jack.
...
You possess a body that is a damaged body.
You possess a mind that is a damaged body.
You carry along a knife soaked in the blood of people who didn't deserve to bleed.
*cough*
As I sit here, wounded from a life of pain, soon to join my ancestors, I look at you and feel nothing but pity.
*cough*
What are you waiting for?
Take another life.

-If exiting-
What are you doing, Jack?
Kill me!
You can't forgive!
We programmed you that way!

-If Approaching-
*cough*
Just let go.
Jack...
I remember the first time I saw you.
The year was 1979.
Your father was such a noble man.
You didn't get such a trait.