<Why won’t you let me…> ‘You are flawed. You are imperfect. You are broken. Joining with you would be a waste, as my power would likely only shatter what is left of your wasted soul.’ The voice was still as potent as before and still without anger or malice. I didn’t get blasted into the distance at least. That was a plus. At least we were on speaking terms now. <Everyone and everything is imperfect!> I shouted at the haughty globe. ‘Untrue. For I am not.’ <I would argue that you are!> I screamed in frustration. <You are an arrogant mass of energy!>
