I see Sage get shot. "SAGE!" I run over to her and shake her. "Sage? SAGE?!" I check her pulse frantically. There's a faint tremor, but it's barely there.
Those little ****s, they're my subjects! I created them! I feel a huge bolt of pain go through my head as I lie on the floor. "ARGH, MY MIND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
I wipe myself off and place my knife back inside my pocket. I look down at my bleeding self and sigh. What a mess... wait, where's Sage? I glance over at her and quickly run to her side, tears starting to flow from my eyes. This is all my fault... I shouldn't have let her get involved in the experiment... why didn't I try harder to give her a normal life? (Rare sight.)