The Master

[Dreamspeaker]

If a knife cuts someone..
do you blame the knife,
or the hand that wields it?


I think to myself, but...


Nonsense.
Of course you blame the hand.
Then why do they blame the knife..?

I've come to realize that..
Esshar sickens me.
Some of its people. Their hypocrisy.
Their desperation.. sinking to new lows with each year..

I loathe the Elders.
But I understand why they loathe some humans, too.

Don't you agree, friend..?





Y̶͓̳͑̀̏͌̌̓̂̈́͐̇͝e̶̱̲͚͛̎̌̈́̈́͆̓̈̈̍ş̷̨̤͙͚̝͇̫̥̻̰̪͍̺̂̋͒͛̕.̸̪̰͇͔̘͇͉̫̜̭̑̃̊̑̆̿̈́̿̈́̿̅͗̔̓̚.̵̨̺̜͓̞̮̞̹̻̟̳͙̈̍̐͑̓̆̈͆̓͝͝͠.̴̠̝̪̝͎̈́́͘ ̴̧̀̂͒̈́̓̿̔̅̊̉M̶͖̻͎͝͠å̴̡̛̩̥͔̟̝̅̃͋̔̈́͘͜s̴̗̳̰̐̄̓͒́͌̈̒̍̈̓̕t̵̪̐̽͑̊̇e̸̟̤̘̩̣͎̮̤̭̤͖̹̲͛͗̈́͛̉͗̽͘͠ͅŕ̴̝̗̼͉̱͓̩̖̰͍̦̪̫͉̄́͆̔̆̇̿̀͐͠.̵̞̦͕͗̊́͆́̿̂̿̀̕̚̚



...

I'm talking to a collection of shadows. People? A thing... Collective.
Oh, my god...
I've gone mad.

...

Doesn't matter.

As I lay there, I pluck into the garnet again.
It was tasty.
It... eases my mind.
Distracts me.

Perhaps she was right.
I do need friends...
Who, in their right mind, talks to you?
Who would talk to a mass of shadows...

... 



I̷̝͔̰͗́̽͂̃̓̾̓͠.̵̲̈.̶̺̪͚̟̼̥̱͓̉̏̌̇.̸̨̢̼̻̳̤͓̈́̈́̌̈́̃̐͌͠ ̷̨̧̡͙̻͖͍̖̣͉͖̆̈̄̆̄͘ͅḑ̸̳̣̠̱̝̙͇̉͋͆̈́̍̋͑̿̀ò̷̲͇̹̭̦̺̲̀͑̓̈́̓̾͛̽̌͗̒̇͜͠ ̶̡̢̨̘͖̖̪̳͖̼̘͔͗͐̌̈́͛͒͐̊̍͑͠͠͠n̵̞̩̫̘͈̜̝͓̬̖̜̱͚̰͊͛̌̍̍́̈́́̔̐̋̚ò̴͖̰͙̈̓̑͆̓͒̓̋́t̸̮̦̞͚̺̘̹̥̝̹͇̯͍̠͕̋͋̽̾̑͘͝ ̴̬͚̖̆̈́k̸͓̭͌͆̌̉̔̇̚n̷͓̘̝̳̗̥̳̬͚̭̂ò̸̢̙͓̜̳̜͕͍̋̽̇͂́͋͐̊̎͋͠w̸̡͖̬̄̆̌̽͛̚̚,̸̨̢͎̻̜̖̹̫̫̩͉̱̠͔̅̉̎́̆̓̎̔̏̓̀ ̵͍̘̹̰̻͓̫͕͚̖̻̠̪̣́̏̈̀͋̓M̷̝̟͎̈́à̶̠͙̖͈̗̫̫̼̫͆̃͌s̶̥͈̑̂̎̊̈́͐̒̈͆̾͋͂͝ṭ̷̳͓͔̠͕́͂̀̅̊͐̾̚͝ě̶̡̙͈̺͚̮̹͈͈͓̱͋̈́̑̓r̴͎̬̠̼͋.̷̨̧̢̳̙̰̻̞͔̊̃̃͠



...

Neither do I.

But there is a change of plans, Collective.
I believe I may be abandoned by everything- by everyone.
This was... not supposed to happen.
It's fine.

It's not the first time I stand against entire world.
You've always been my companion.
You will always be.
Right..?

So come.

We have...




More voices to add.

For you.

For me.

It'll be fun.




I̴̢̡̞̗͋t̵̢̡̥͉̘̗̱̫̭͉̙̂̋̂̓̃͜ ̶̧̧̛͓̼̦̮͚͗̓̏̐̊͐͛̕̚͜ͅẁ̵̡̝͎̱͔̊̇̀̆̋̑̅͠į̴̛̑̀̀̄̈́͛̋̿̐͆̒̈́͝l̴̨̧̖̹̲̲͚͇̂̄̆l̶̢͙̗̦̤͔̳͉͍̙̜̇́̎͝ ̵̲͚̰̬̙̠̣̯̣̌͋͂̈́̊̃̊̓͑̎̉͌̐͐͜b̷̭̬̞̥̗̣͈͖̣̽̏͋͝ẻ̶̙͉̤͙̩̜̬͉̣͖̤̦͊̐̿̈́̚͝͝ ̴̡̩̝̂̔͑̓͆f̴̨̨̡͕̗͕͕̳̩͈̗͚̰͈̫́̋̎̒u̵̧͕͚̳̟͕͓̽͒̆̽͛̎̀̚͜͠ń̸̢̞̭̭̣̙͙̘͔̘̱͎̹͛̐̉̾̑͐͗̅̈́͑̓͑ͅ.̸̖͚͓̫̥̻͊̐̄͊̊̉̒͒̓̚̚͝