You can see Him clearly. He wants to speak with you again. You don't know what there is to speak of. You know what He's done now. You know who He is. Who He's hurt. And yet... You still speak with Him anyway. Awaiting orders from the bear with two skins. You are but a pawn. You know this. He knows this. He finds Joy in the control He has over you. In His loyal Creation. He knows you desire a purpose. A reason to exist. You two have established a symbiotic relationship. But all bears grow hungry. And sooner or later, you will be hunted.
