And then I heard his voice in the recesses of my mind.
"I'm still here."
I shook my head, trying to dismiss it as a trick, a brief lapse in my consciousness or a hallucination. But apparently he was aware of my emotions.
"Don't you dare even try deny it to yourself, I'm still here."
I shook my head once more, though more slowly, sighing. "Fine. You're still here. But you're clearly too weak to do anything."
"Except talk with you." He responded from within my mindscape. "And in a sense, words are still a form of power. Try as you might, you can't completely ignore me."
