[AbstractTraitorHero]

I'm trapped in my own body trying to breath, trapped within the depths of a fate that I can still see rushing towards me.

I'm trapped within the depths of the bog's, hearing, seeing, smelling the decay around me & the movement of wisps, those who have died like me, parts of them still yet lingering.

Is this really fair, huh?

For her to be doing this to me?

For her arrogant smile to be given out towards me, for her to rattle off excuses for her not to risk her own neck?

For each & every little excuse given out of the book to not do something with her life, not actually grasp onto that power, that strength she wants more of.

She's strong, I'm weak & it's so unfair, why is it so unfair?

I'm so weak alone, so fucking pathetic.

But...I'm just a little less when I can hear?

Y. O. U.

You uplift me.

You adore me.

You whisper to me everything I need to know.

You shine so brightly, that my eyes stare through the darkest mists, desperate for your light, desperate for your whispers, intoning, evoking, chanting out for you to give me just a fraction of yourself. To tear your way into my skin & make this bog child feel alive, huh? To make this bog child's skin & circuits burn with greatness, to make me something lesser, something more.

I'll never be great, never be great without?

Y. O. U.

My shining...my beautiful.

My ever-present, ever watching, ever whispering?

Star.