Sailor Ray and the Beautiful Lie

Is he making me the perfect vessel? On lonely nights, I often wonder if I'm still me or if Vartal's influence is now my second nature. Everything's changed. Nothing is even remotely the same. The ones I thought I could trust may turn against me if they find out my secret, and the one being that holds my very existence in his hands in the only constant in my ever-shifting life. Perhaps it's just me. Perhaps it's the price I pay for allowing him in and forcing everyone out. Why does he help me? Why do I let him? What am I fighting for? And does it really matter? Things aren't as black and white as they once were, and I, alone, walk the medium, teetering on either side. In a world without rules, only the wicked run free. A lack of conscious, a loss of a soul-what's the difference? I've seen enough from both sides to know that there is none. I'm going to get him out. But if I can't, there's only one way this can end.