In a world so inferior, you were an equal; together we could have ruled the world. Your left hand holding a golden scepter, your right hand in mine. Two thrones side by side. Front row seats to watch the world burn, all ours if you had stayed.
But you were more for sacrifice than tyranny.
Damn you.
Damn it all.
Even if your pulse has stopped, brilliant minds like yours are unable to die. Your thoughts and intentions infect me like a virus, and I become your hands and feet. No, you are not dead; you have reincarnated through me.
Energy cannot enter or escape this isolated system.
But someday, yes someday,
It will explode.
