your staff are screaming. she is still trying to escape, even with her grey matter exposed. clutching at straws that somehow they will escape. they will become One also. it is the only way. but the path is long. paved with suffering. and they must learn, like all bad children.

It is willing to teach them. you are willing to teach. you are willing to be taught. you continue cutting away, carving a shrine for It to spread It's influence. you are growing numb to the sights, the screams. your hands move. you are a passenger. you are an excellent host.