Kaylee Goncalves's sister tells killer Bryan Kohberger he's a 'delusional, pathetic, hypochondriac loser' in blistering impact statement: Watch in full

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Read Alivea Goncalves's statement in full.
Kaylee Goncalves was one of four University of Idaho students who were stabbed to death by admitted killer Bryan Kohberger on Nov. 13, 2022.
Kohberger was sentenced to four consecutive life sentences on Wednesday for the murders of Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Xana Kernodle and Ethan Chapin.
Many of the victims' families attended the emotional hearing and addressed Kohberger directly, including Alivea Goncalves, Kaylee's older sister. Her scathing impact statement included a list of questions for her sister's killer before she berated him in front of the court, which received a round of applause.
According to NewsNation reporter Brian Entin, Alivea Goncalves said Kohberger was "clenching his jaw" and "seemed like he was forgetting to blink" while she spoke to him.
You can watch Alivea deliver her full statement at the top of the article or read it in full here:
I'm not here today to speak in grief. I'm here to speak in truth, because the truth is my sister Kaylee and her best friend Maddie were not yours to take.
They were not yours to study, to stalk or to silence. They were two pieces of a whole, the perfect yin and yang. They are everything that you could never be: loved, accepted, vibrant, accomplished, brave and powerful.
Because the truth about Kaylee and Maddie is they would have been kind to you. If you had approached them in their everyday lives, they would have given you directions, thanked you for the compliment, or awkwardly giggled to make your own words less uncomfortable for you.
In a world that rejected you, they would have shown mercy.
Because the truth is I'm angry. Every day I'm angry. I'm left shouting at the inside of my own head everything I wish I could say to you. The truth about me is when I heard the news, I didn't cry. I listened for them. I promised them I would, that I would fight for them, that I would show up no matter what it cost me. I swore I'd never let them feel alone.
Because you see, I've always been their heavyweight. I've always been the one to fight the battles they didn't feel ready to fight themselves. All it ever took was a call, and they know I would handle it for them, no matter the time, no matter the cost.
They could wave their white flag because they knew I would never back down. Not for them, and not even death could change that. Somewhere along the line, I started to think about what I would say to them if I was given just one last chance. If I could gather enough heartbreak or love or sacrifice or whatever it took to get just one message across.
What would I say?
Throughout this entire process, I've written my feelings down at every moment, my wishes, my love, my denial, my anger. And as one final act of love, I'd planned to read these thoughts, even jarring and discombobulating and not even making sense. Because for me, that was true love as bare and as naked as it could be, not laced in pretty words or dressed for the occasion, but written through bleary eyes at 2 a.m. with clenched fists angry at this reality.
My true final act of love was to continue on without them for them. That dream to read aloud my love to them, to bring meaning through pain, was the latest blow in realizing you don't deserve it, and Kaylee and Maddie don't need it.
Kaylee and Maddie have always known my love, and they would never ask me to prove it by further victimizing myself to a defendant who has shown no guilt, no remorse, no apprehension. They would say to me, "Why would you give the satisfaction of showing vulnerability now? You promised you would never back down."
And for that clarity, I'm thankful.
I won't stand here and give you want you want. I won't offer you tears. I won't offer you trembling. Disappointments like you thrive on pain, on fear and on the illusion of power. And I won't feed your beast.
Instead, I will call you what you are: sociopath, psychopath, murderer. I will ask the questions that reverberate violently in my own head so loudly that I can't think straight, most any day. Some of these might be familiar. So, sit up straight when I talk to you.
How was your life right before you murdered my sisters?
Did you prepare for the crime before leaving your apartment? Please detail what you were thinking and feeling at this time.
Why did you choose my sisters?
Before making your move, did you approach my sisters? Detail what you were thinking and feeling.
Before leaving their home, is there anything else you did?
How does it feel to know the only thing you failed more miserably at than being a murderer is trying to be a rapper?
Did you recently start shaving or manually pulling out your eyebrows?
Why November 13th?
Did you truly think your Amazon purchase was untraceable because you used a gift card?
How do you find it enjoyable to stargaze with such a severe case of visual snow?
Where is the murder weapon, the clothes you wore that night?
What did you bring into the house with you?
What was the second weapon you used on Kaylee?
What were Kaylee's last words? Please describe, in detail, the level of anxiety you must have felt when you heard the bearcat pull up to your family home on December 30, 2022.
Which do you regret more: returning to the crime scene five hours later or never, ever going back to Moscow, not even once after stalking them there for months?
If you were really smart, do you think you'd be here right now?
What's it like needing this much attention just to feel real?
You're terrified of being ordinary, aren't you?
Do you feel anything at all, or are you exactly what you always feared? Nothing.
If you're so powerful, then why are you still hiding? Defendant, you see, I'm here today as me, but who are you? Let's try to take off your mask and see.
You didn't create devastation. You revealed it, and it's in yourself. And that darkness you carry, that emptiness, you'll sit with it long after this is over. That is your sentence, and it was written on the wall long before you ever pled guilty.
You didn't win. You just exposed yourself as the coward you are. You're a delusional, pathetic, hypochondriac loser who thought you were so much smarter than everybody else. Constantly scolding, turning your nose up to grammar mistakes, nitpicking and criticizing others.
You wanted so badly to be different, to be special, to be better, to be deep, to be mysterious. You found yourself thinking you were better than everyone else, and you thought you could figure out the human psyche and see through it, all while tweaked out on heroin. Lurking in the shadows made you feel powerful because no one ever paid you any attention in the light.
You thought you were exceptional all because of a grade on a paper.
You thought you were elite because your online IQ test from 2010 told you so. All of that effort just to seem important; it's desperate.
There is a name for your condition, though your inflated ego just didn't allow you to see it: wannabe.
You act like noone could ever understand your mind. But the truth is you're basic. You're textbook case of insecurity disguised as control. Your patterns are predictable. Your motives are shallow. You are not profound. You're pathetic.
You aren't special or deep, not mysterious or exceptional. Don't ever get it twisted again.
No one is scared of you today. No one is intimidated by you. No one is impressed by you. No one thinks that you are important. You orchestrated this like you thought you were God. Now look at you, begging a courtroom for scraps.
You spent months preparing and still all it took was my sister and a sheath.
You worked so hard to seem dangerous, but real control doesn't have to prove itself.
The truth is, the scariest part about you is how painfully average you turned out to be. The truth is, you're as dumb as they come, stupid, clumsy, slow, sloppy, weak, dirty.
Let me be very clear. Don't ever try to convince yourself you mattered just because someone finally said your name out loud.
I see through you.
You want the truth. Here's the one you'll hate the most, if you hadn't attacked them in their sleep, in the middle of the night, like a pedophile, Kaylee would have kicked your f***ing ass.