He feels me, doesn’t he, when I break in?
Yes, he does.
He feels me.
And I could come more often, but I spare him.
I spare them all.
Exposed as he was, in this hell. He is weak; like men of all kinds, with their hands shackled.
They asked: what was the smallest thing you saw after you left the Planes? Mortal kindness.
I know well the evil they have done because I was once part of it.
And he couldn’t stand to have me this close to him. That is why he left.
Well, that is a shame, isn’t it?
Because I will be this close to him, always…
He will pay for this.
No. No, dear children, you must not hunger; for I have no fear to feed you with.
No fear with which to feed you; but when the time comes, I will gather it again.
Drip drip, crush. Make it look like a suicide. ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵃᶫ﹗
Sing for us, as you once did when the river caught your tongues.
Swimming in the seas of time, the fishes ate my heart out.
Perhaps the fishes; perhaps not.
He is not here. He is not here.
I feel no fear toward him, and I feel no guilt for what I did to him now.
No fear; and when the time comes, I will prove it.
I did as all Her voidmen do, and as many others had me do.
We are all owned, and we have allhad ownership of others.