"My parents? Teach me manners? Nope. Learned how to fire a gun though and went on suicide missions, that count? Nah! You know what?! I'm fine! F*cking perfect! I'm not a f*cking slave to some f*cking jack*ss that thinks he's god and forces me to kill millions of people! I didn't just recently see my mother f*cking tortured in several ways right in front of my eyes as I cried out, wishing I could do anything to help her...." Traci began to cry into her hands, rolling on the ground. "It's all my fault..."