Mind Corruption

[Lennox]

30th of August 820 A.S.: Omicrons; distrust
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05:21: "They did it again... this time trying to take parts away from my ship. It's already pretty much in shambles, so why even bother? If I'll see them again, I don't know what I'll do. But I most certainly won't let them have my only income. I can't... otherwise the whole story of eleven will repeat itself again. No, I won't let it come to that. No. Matter. What. No. Matter. Wh-..." The recording suddenly cuts off.

07:47: "Ahahahaha... pathetic. They've really done it now, eh. It's... all gone. Some junkies took all my cardamine from my ship when I wasn't... f***ing looking and had completed a deal with some scrap dealers. I've yet to find someone again who sells that stuff to me, so, no. I won't ignore this. I'm going after them. I won't let them have their way. However... I must not kill them. Whatever I do... don't kill them. Teach them a lesson... and be done with it. No more dead, you hear me? No more dead!"

11:49: Maniacal laughter can be heard, followed by a slight tremor. "Heh... damn. I'm so good at these things... it's all instinct. I didn't even have to think when snapping their necks. Such an easy thing to do. Such fragile beings we are. Because why the hell would I not exploit that?!" Several more tremors can be heard, indicating violent acts. "Why. Why?! Because it's easier? Because I don't need to worry anymore once they're dead? No! That's not how it f***ing works you f***ing moron! They did NOT have to die. I could have simply knocked them out! Why didn't I do it?! Am I such a coward to think that it'll be more difficult if I let them live..? I don't know anymore... at least... I've got my cardamine back..." A deep sigh can be heard followed by another tremor before the recording cuts off.

16:01: "They found the bodies. Now sweeping the station. Should I turn myself in? What right do I have to remain in this world? I could just accept their judgement... it would hurt way less than any of this. But... something is still holding me back. Why can't I make my own choices for once?! Why is it that every time I decide something, my body just refuses to move?! Why am I clinging to this life so pathetically... why can't I still kill myself?!"