do you remember the first time you told me? it was that you loved me. and do you recall wishing for me to tell you the same? if so, then you'd have remembered, right now, that you swore upon our child how nothing in life mattered more than the three of us. i know you must remember that, cause how can you forget the last thing you told me before we died, and came here? "the word nostalgia IS mine, i lived around it, i had to watch it play in my sleep but i will NEVER live to serve it again. so now i own it. i walked around in your darkness and that soon became mine, so i will walk around this place and ruin your new found darkness with my word that you tried to kill me with."