I believe in science. I believe in shit I can feel and touch and change at my discretion. I create and destroy, depending on what I need at that particular moment.
Yes. He was an idiot who just drew pictures and got himself killed because he couldn't sit out an asthma attack when there were FUCKING MONSTERS THAT COULD HEAR YOU TAKING A SHIT THREE ROOMS INSIDE A BUILDING. Asthma attacks aren't quiet, and I'm surprised he even made it outside without fucking keeling over.