You know, I'm still trying to figure you out my dear watcher.
You are like one of the purest souls I've come across. You sit with true love in your heart yet you work for these.. pigs.
I've seen it; even on missions you help passers by, paint them new lives, make them new futures, search for the ones headed for doom and give them ways out.
And yet you try and marry me, have me fuck up my wife and son, make me penniless -- even yesterday you made me venture into a shop I did not know spending money I did not have because I walk into a difficult financial month.
Yet it is not you -- I sense this deeply, the work you do cuts you to the core. The work you did with me was almost unforgivable in your heart, yet you did it anyway. Family you tell yourself. I see it, I know it.
Well let me assure you I'm just as powerful as you are and the work you did with me did not stand. I am still married to my wife, I still live with love in my heart, and I will see her right to the very end.
A good show, to give you an easy route out of work that kills you to do.
She is not long for this earth.
I forgive you though. You probably needed to hear that. I do not hold it against you because I feel there is some form of coersion there.
And I of all people know what they are like.
I'm slowly awakening. Make no mistake I know who you are now, when you are with me, and when you make me do things that are not me.
Be warned.
I will also warn you, that you are growing on me -- in ways I did not expect.
I have come to love the darkness that surrounds you that you desperately try to claw your way out of.
It reminds me of me at your age.
I will see you soon, on the astral plane.