Little Child, do you not see? I am but your thoughts, your dreams, your darkest fantasies. I am but your imagination. I have no real power, unless you endow me. But be careful, Little Child. The Mind is a powerful tool. It can heal or harm, such as in this moment.

Of all sides or Me, why do you choose to advise?

If you are gone, then I as well am no more. No one wants a NecroRaver in their mind.

Self preservation then.

My Job. Little Child. I make it my duty to give youth a reason for being. A pourpose. Call me a virus, a desease all you would like "Q". Blame your pain on me. But we both know you are an avid beleiver of what I said previous.

Why are you looking at me like that?

At a loss for words, I see.

I can't Digest this.

Give it time, Little Child. Give it time.

Nov 30th 2:08am