[It wasn't Alex, either. That's what It does. It takes you and twists you, distorts you until you're bleeding black, eyeless and screaming, bright words ripped out over a static brain. Some people can fight it. Some can't.]
[Some refuse the help that would allow them to.]
It's what It does. You know that.
[Maybe one day, he'd learn not to turn that blade upon himself.]
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[It wasn't Alex, either. That's what It does. It takes you and twists you, distorts you until you're bleeding black, eyeless and screaming, bright words ripped out over a static brain. Some people can fight it. Some can't.]
[Some refuse the help that would allow them to.]
It's what It does. You know that.
[Maybe one day, he'd learn not to turn that blade upon himself.]