Re: call: louis d/cris m
Well. I don't forget what happens anymore. I remember everything. ...It's a sort of euphoria, really. Like being filled with light, which sounds insane, but...I suppose that's the 'reward.' You know those Renaissance sculptures of different saints in religious ecstasy? I have to imagine it's something like what that tries to convey. I don't anticipate it. It simply happens. There are a few moments where I imagine I could warn someone, or say something, but that's all.
If there is one thing that I feel sure about, it's this - it wants...cooperation. It doesn't want to be 'evicted,' you see? It would never harm someone I care about, because that would be contrary to its goals. The more resistant I am to it, the less powerful it is capable of being. It's been...quite clear on that score.