Spent 26 minutes killing the seal, felt a sliver of joy from the release of pain that I have inflicted onto my hands. then realized what I had done and felt empty. I had killed a seal that only wanted to be my friend in this cruel world, in a place where everything tired to kill me. my only friend, slayed by my own bloody hands. I wondered to myself what cruel action I had done, I now see myself as a monster. I don't know if I can live with myself, was I born to hate, or was I led down this path?