"I wish to know only of two things."
Yes, Only two, I desire only two... Nothing besides that, my entire soul could be ripped apart by my damn staff, but if I only get those two, I will have no regrets.
All my damn life, All the times I killed myself and came to the past in this twisted way. All of it... will be worth it if I can know of it. The endless torment of my memories failing me, constant visions of a future and past I cannot recall.
All of it, would be solved if I just found out what they are hiding.
I faced my past self, the one still free from my endless torment, as I began to lose myself. Am I ripping my hair out? Is blood coming out of my eyes? My mouth?
I think so, not the first time it happened. I've been driven insane long ago, Would a Sane person steal Weaver's eye and keep it in her staff?
Nah.
