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Hope. That is a term that I have lost. Its meaning is lost on me. It does not exist within the hollow vessel that I can a body nor the soul that I am fairly certain has shrunken in to this endless void around me. I am going to die in here, knowing that all of the actions committed by this monster are my own fault for being so damn weak!

Even if I do somehow escape this prison of the mind, what am I to do then! I cannot live with myself knowing that such atrocities have been carried out by someone wearing my skin. How could I! No man could go on knowing what I know. Astralik had to have manifested from somewhere. It’s not the destruction that made me like this. I made me like this. I am the true monster... The best course of action now is to just disappear. Goodbye.