His chest twisted painfully as, almost at once, the faces of the people that he had murdered and torture flashed through his mind. Not all of them, as there were far too many, but there was a good number of memorable ones, including his own brother and father, that stuck out well enough. He screwed his eyes shut and lowered his head, heart pumping rapidly in his chest as he tried to fight off the sharp twinge of agony that rushed it's way through him.
"They all deserved it! They all -- shut up, you crazy son of a bitch -- I'll...get it out!" He was clutching at his head again, screaming and writhing on the ground in a manner that would make one think that he was about to die.