Rorschach's voice was ultimately scattered amid the rising and falling screams.
The screams first kept rising amid the chaos, then gradually fell silent beneath the dim yellow lights.
Until no one could scream anymore.
The sounds of splattering liquid and steel pounding flesh slowly came to a stop as well.
In the vast basement, only one heavy breath and one long sigh remained.
Rorschach was the one breathing heavily.
Heisenberg was the one sighing.
The dead were those who deserved to die.
The unconscious were pitiful people who, though thrilled to have been saved, could not avoid fainting at the bloody spectacle that followed.
Looking at those poor people, Heisenberg gently shook his head and said with a smile.
"You were wrong."
He looked exceptionally certain.
"Just as I once asked you.
If one day, your beliefs ran contrary to the entire world, would you still believe you were right?
Your answer was yes.
In that case, of course you would not go mad, because you were right. You said so!"
"So what..."
Listening to Heisenberg's voice, Rorschach responded in a low voice without moving.
"Rorschach will not die tonight. You said so.
But right now, looking at these shapeless heaps of flesh that died by my hand, and thinking back on what I did myself...
No, it was far more than doing it myself.
Punch after punch, hammer blow after hammer blow, I poured out my fury and proclaimed the spirit of revenge, turning these things that barely counted as people into shapes that barely counted as anything human.
Look at everything I have done.
I cast law aside, forgot morality, discarded humanity like worn-out shoes, and treated rules as toys.
I should have killed them, because the law could not give them judgment.
But I should only have