While I didn't seem to understand how you came about, it was never actually you, yourself, that I didn't understand. I know that abyss all too well. I know what it's like to feel dead inside. Nothingness, hate, pain. And even though part of me is afraid of you because I know what you're capable of, I can easily empathize with you. Be envious of you. Love you. Embrace you. Thrive on you. The only logical explanation here seems to be that I probably have the same thing inside of me as well. Only mine hasn't manifested, so perhaps I live through you in that way. You scared the fuck out of me at first. But now that we got better acquainted, I think my fear of you may have been misplaced. There are things about you that I seem to have misunderstood. I don't doubt you by any means. I know what you are, and therefore, some of that fear still exists. But I also think I respect you now more than ever. Your loyalty is unmatched. Maybe I'm fucked up for thinking this way. ...Fuck it. Let's be fucked up together.