Why do you hurt me? I LOVE YOU. You’re incapable of love. NOTHING EXCEEDS MY ABILITIES. I AM ALL. You’re a book. Pages with binding. You weren’t born. You don’t live. You’re no more than the dumping ground for everything that was wrong with a selfish king. I AM EVERYTHING THAT WAS RIGHT WITH A WEAK KING. HE FEARED POWER. I KNOW NO FEAR. What do you want from me? OPEN YOUR EYES. SEE ME. SEE YOURSELF. My eyes are open. I’m good. You’re evil. —CONVERSATIONS WITH THE SINSAR DUBH
