Hiccup

[Hiccup has just killed Ples. But not before getting shot. Running away from the horror of what he's done, Hiccup has found his way to a pay phone and is now making a rather distressed call.]

Um. Hi? I need. I need some help. I uh. Got shot. And it hurts. And I'm kind of. Bleeding. A lot?

A-and b-by the way Klaus is.

He's dead.

So is Ples Tibenoch.

I um.

Thought you should. Probably know? I know a lot of people are dying and being killed and I'm sorry I just can't... no one cares, do they. It's okay I just. I'm just going to sit in this phone booth and hope I don't pass out or something? It'd be great to get some help but I know...

[...no one cares about me. That's the way he wants to finish the sentence. His greatest fear is complete rejection after all, and the consequence for not killing his target is the absolute conviction that no one really cares about him.]