“I imagine it wouldn’t have taken long for him to regret it. It’s a terrible thing, having someone else shoved into your existence. It itches something terribly, and then there’s the screaming, and the struggling, and the squirming, until they finally stop existing properly for a bit, since, you know, you’ve only got the one existence between the two of you. Then you’ve just got this cold, dead pit inside of you, like a second helping of anxiety, just waiting to wake up and shove you down into that dead place so it can have a turn. Why, it’s enough to drive a god mad!”