Interesting.
He has left me. I suppose that such an action was only a matter of time coming. It has been too long and I seem to have forgotten my place. I ought to return home. I ought to bring the young angel with me; I can grant his wish.
Moments such as this it creates a sickness inside me. To know that man is attempting to recreate me. When will I be obsolete? No longer needed or wanted by the world around me. Things are as I have seen, as I must follow, as fate has dictated. I shall never have such wishes, such desires granted. It is best that I remove such feelings from myself for I shall never have a use for them that will not find me obsolete in time.