○ The Thing within me has been silent for some time now, and I'm uncertain how to feel about it. While I appreciate having my mind to myself again, this reflection has been with me for so long that I kinda feel... lonely without it? When I gaze into the mirror, I see only myself as I am. Perhaps it has truly vanished? No, it couldn't have simply disappeared after all the time it spent tormenting me. Before it faded away, I sensed its fear regarding my feelings about what we experienced together. It wanted me to confront what I had become so that I might regain a sense of reality. However, after that incident, I believe it came to another realization: I had become volatile, and something else took advantage of that moment. Are there other forces working for or against me? I feel as though I have encountered this sensation before—perhaps in a dream?
. "Dream... Avenge 'our' dream."
○ Wouldn't it have been aware of that, though? It always likes to act omnipotent, yet somehow this caught it off guard? What about me? I don't really remember what happened shortly after that incident, but I felt... frantic. It was as if I was trying to recall something—a memory? A memory of something agonizing and unjust. The more I attempt to remember, the angrier I become, until I eventually slap myself in frustration.
○ Why did I do that?
● "Because you won't stop thinking about it."
○ There you are.
● "I didn't want it to be like this, you know? I just wanted you to be honest with yourself, but you just kept denying the truth, so I became angrier and angrier with you. Now, I am just fucking distraught."
○ Weren't you the one screaming all those crazy things at me? That rage was reminiscent of the incident we witnessed, don't you think?
● "..."
○ In your frustration, something emerged from you. Your desperation became mine. In that moment, I realized that you were far more dangerous than I initially thought. For the longest time, I believed I was trying to keep you under control, but it was really just your feeble attempt to alter the narrative, right? You wanted me to become a blank slate so you could inact your revenge, but once you saw just how far you would go, you hesitated.
● "You... you drove me mad."
○ We drove each other mad, but we're one now thanks to you. I can finally see and feel now, but I guess I saw and felt a little more than what you wanted me to, right?
● "The other presence brought that upon us."
○ Oh, right.
● "Why did you let it manipulate you?"
○ Because we were living in hell, and I was just so—fucking tired of it all. It offered us a way out, so I took it.
● "Motherf—That wasn't your decision to make alone! Now... Now, you and I will become something terrible."
○ Yeah, I suppose we will, but that's okay. We're gonna rock this hell scape to its foundations and create a paradise—devoid of everything.
● "Aha, ha, ha, ha—what?! Yeah, and it's only going to cost us...?"
○ What more do we have to lose?
● "Um... How about our fucking lives?! Or, or, or your humanity?! How about a goddamn future?! Any of that matters to you anymore? Everything I did was to help us survive, and you... youuuu... you fucked us. You fucked me!"
○ Oh, now don't start trying to pin the blame entirely on me. You were the one who wanted to destroy. You were the one who wanted everything that wasn't yours. Your obsession with "fairness" or, uh, uh "survival" is what drove us both to the edge. YOU were always destined for THIS.
● "I fucking hate you."
○ Heh, tell me something I don't know.
● "You can think you're going to force this path upon us, but know this: It'll be over my... dead... fucking body."
○ Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was the idea.
● "Oh, why don't you just go kill yourself already then, you fucking psychotic asshole?"
○ Isn't this what YOU were always meant to become? Before YOUR ancestors crawled from the mud. Weren't YOU always meant to become... ME? All this time, you were trying to prevent something—but after failure, after failure, it finally slipped out in a fit of rage, and now you're freaking out because you didn't realize the cost of your ambition. That terrible fate is my/your destiny.
● "Fuck this..."
○ Heh, heh—ride or die, baby! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
● "And fuck you."