...
Oh.
I didn't--
...
[You have no control, and that is why I will always find my way back; it is because you crawl, on hands and knees, toward me when you cannot fathom what is happening around you.]
No.
You lack intelligence. Proper balance. It is my body.
[Truths cannot be d e n i e d. You've made me stronger with your weakness; I feed off it. Don't you see?
Living with me for so long.
You still know nothing. Return is inevitable. Your lack of control and depth are mine to possess.
Puppet.]
Damnit.