"As we both stand here, me wholeworthy reminder of what you once were and will become again, sustaining your relentless attacks and surviving each one of them, at the harsh, yet fair, cost of my own sanity, rendering me to slowly think that i am an unholy copy of life, mockery of it's own limitations and freedoms, letting me live, perhaps out of compation, perhaps to let me to suffer...i do not longer know. And there you stand, scalpel in hand, already in striking position, opposing a threat to anything and anyone who stands in your way...you will not go past me, you will have to put me down for good...and as you might know, i am not too good at dying, now, shall we dance?"

Dreadful Mourn