(concurrent with the events in First Cause)
These dreams I have, they have gotten so terrible that I barely sleep. What does it feel like, to lose one’s mind? I twist and pinch my fingers to keep myself awake during the day. I must stay focused…I must stay alert. The first generation is almost ready, and my ‘colleagues’ continue to drag Thurondro into their quagmire of equivocation. I hate them. I hate them.
I hate them.