(narrating) Her name was Grace. I unknowingly stabbed the heart of Grace when i decided to act upon my hatred. I finally saw the horrible significance in my hatred. My hatred towards the world was just as bad as this tragic accident. My hatred was symbolized through Grace's blood and suffering... All that i loved, endured all of my hatred. That's when I finally saw my hatred for what it truly was, murder, murdering the amount of Grace that's left in the world. There is no justice in murder, only pain, suffering, and more hatred. The only thing i had left to hate was myself. But even still, I couldn't hate myself for what i've done, because Grace died giving me the last of her unconditional love. So the only thing i had left to hate, was hatred itself.