At first I chose not to think, I chose not to think. Or did I choose not to think? Was I that consumed by my lack of food, my need of it. That i castrated my voice. Well listen closely. This is my voice. Listen to it real fucking closely, and marvel at it.
No. I'm getting tired of this prideful rant. Hurry along now why don't you? This walk of yours, it's taking forever.
You forget I'm pushing a body!
A dead fucking body!
How long do you think I was gonna take?
He's not talking to me is he?
No, no.
He's arguing with himself again - what a pitiful bastard.
Why don't I think of something fun instead. Why not think of what Parath gave me. I mean look at this guy, he's in front of me and I'm busy fighting battles in my mind.
What did you give me Parath?
Was it something cool? Please have been something fucking cool. Woah.
I got a gift... From Parath of the fucking Fallen!
That's crazy!
That's crazy!
That's so fucking crazy!
Me!
A fucking nobody!
I'm a fucking nobody!
And I got a gift! I got a fucking gift!
What is it?
Pitiful bastard. Even in his joy, rage quells underneath. A white canvas. But there's a red one underneath.
No, I can't see the red canvas anymore.
Where has it gone?
I guess the bastard, pitiful, has rid of it himself. Surprising.
I wanna know what this gift is, in hindsight I shouldn't have killed him - he was dying anyways. Did that mean I didn't care about the gift? I wouldn't have killed him if I cared. Even if he molested my ear - my brain, I would have known that I needed more information about the power. I guess I've come to terms that I don't want power. But then why did I take it from him? It kind of seemed like Parath wasn't going to give me a choice. Who knows, it might have gotten even more dirty if I had resisted. Resisted? I don't think it would have gotten dirtier than that. He molested my fucking ear. My fucking brain. What else would he have done? Castrate me? That would have been bad actually.
Anyways.
Power, this power, this gift. You know I keep asking the same fucking question but I have no answer. Why don't I ask this guy, oh wait he's a dead fucking body. Real smart thinking there. He's dead and you want to ask him questions like he's alive. You dumb fuck.
Mocking laughter reverberated off of the black walls of Prince's mind.
Well if I know anything about this world is - it relies on will. That's how I have survived for so long, as well as my cunningness and genius. Will. So if I will my power, surely it will respond to me? Right?
Burning flame rose within his stomach, from its depths to his esophagus.
Wait.
Have I gone past the hatch?