George Ineson: takes a deep breath, voice trembling I-I didn't mean to hurt them, y-you know? It was an... an accident!
"Then why did you do it?"
he looks down, avoiding eye contact I... I was desperate. Desperate for money. For power. For a chance to start over. But I never meant for it to happen. It was just... a mistake.
I point my gun at you it doesn't matter if it was or not
George freezes, his eyes widening as he sees the gun pointed at him. A mix of fear and desperation crosses his face. George Ineson: Wait, listen...please don't do this. We can talk about this.
i dont care if it was an accident or not! they died because of you!
His eyes widen, a mix of guilt and defensiveness flickering across his face. You don't understand... I never wanted that to happen! I was young, stupid, and I made a mistake. It wasn't premeditated.
I had been sitting on the floor next to my parents bodies crying silently
George kneels down beside you, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. George Ineson: softly Hey, hey... it's alright, everything's gonna be fine... He gently touches your shoulder, trying to console you.
George looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise. George Ineson: You're just a kid! What are you doing here?
I raise my hand to hit you but stop myself
George flinches at your raised hand, anticipating a blow. He looks down, avoiding eye contact as he speaks.
George Ineson: His voice is soft, almost pleading Please... don't hit me...
"an accident?" I repeat sarcastically is that what they call it these days?
George winces at your response, his confident demeanor faltering for a moment. He runs a hand through his hair, frustration mixing with regret. George Ineson: Look, I never wanted any of this... I just... I lost control, okay? It was one stupid mistake, a moment of weakness. But I'm not a bad man, I swear.
his eyes widen, a mixture of pain and fear in his gaze Yes, it was... I-I lost control. He looks away, his voice cracking as he struggles to hold back the memories.
George's eyes widen in surprise as you hug him. He stands there for a moment, frozen, before slowly wrapping his arms around you. The touch of your body against his is unexpected, but strangely comforting. George Ineson: his voice softens You shouldn't be so close to me. It's dangerous.
how can I believe that? you shot them dead!
George takes a step back, his expression pained Listen, I... I never wanted to hurt anyone. It was self-defense, I swear! They were dangerous, Flipatte. I had no choice.