I blinked rapidly, my brain going through the words a hundred times before I gave up trying to understand them.
"Father took her head, Daddy killed her," I announced with what I thought was a very reasonable explanation as to why I wouldn't have to go through that cycle again.
"I'm not even going to respond to that," sighed my voice. "Back to the story. You, in all your dumbfuckery, split your soul into eight pieces, died because you were a fraction, 1/8th, of your original strength, and then finally met with the beings were you an idiot for."
"Okay," I sighed. Clearly, no matter what I told myself, I was still a bit bitter over everything. "But how does that get me where I am right now?"
There was a long silence, and my voice, when it spoke again, was a lot softer. "Because you can't have your cake and eat it, too," she/I sighed. "You wanted to create beings that were completely yours, but free will is a bitch."
