i was killed and i came back.
isn't that worrisome? or perhaps it's a good thing ... ah, it would be a good thing. without the fear of death, there is no fear at all under normal circumstances. but these are not normal circumstances. i'm weak. weaker than weak.
is it better to live without fear as a worm? a paradise for the body and a hell for the mind ...
i need my powers back or it will happen again. but i can't.
i can't stop thinking about it over and over and over and over and over and over and over
i'm afraid.
You all must be very happy and secure, hm? That must be nice. You fools. Idiots. This isn't secure.
Wake up. Fall into yourself.
Ah, the shroud is this thick in this place ... I don't want to think about it!! Leave me alone! Let me out!