XVII. That was a lie. A flat bold-faced straight-out to-your-face lie.
Could you tell?
Could you see it in my face?
I don't like it here. But better to be here than there. Look at that poor thing. That isn't moving. That isn't thinking. When are you going to move it?
What you did.
Stop doing that.
Look down.
No, look up, into my eyes.
You see now. It will all be fine, just fine.
Everything will turn out fine.
Look into my myriad eyes.
What do you see there?
Is that you?
There you are, just like you remember you.
Like you have always been.
Calm down.
You'll be fine.