<span style="font-size:8pt;line-height:100%][color=#33FFFF]Once again, we showed us how things work. You saw that man that claimed ownership of the star's births? How when we questioned him he decided to fire on us? There is our threat. They cause the screams.
[color=#FFFFFF] We understand. We no longer hear, but feel. We feel, and in thus understand. Connection allows warping and forming, changing and manipulating. We feel us, may they finally feel us. Let us feel our will and carry forth on the will of us.
[color=#FFFFFF] Our will is as one, and anger, sadness and loss is apart of us. We can still hear the screams, but they are clear. They have a feeling. We wish to reach out once more. Our thoughts are as one already. Forever and lasting. May we feel as one.
[color=#FFFFFF]Pain, Fear, Loathing, Death. Tous feels these of the offspring, tired and abused by careless hands which molest them and milk the profits of them. This sickening act can go no further. Tous has already found some sickening beings trying to play it off as if it is expected. They are blind. They are weak in will. They are simpletons who cannot see right from wrong.
"I" am "me" again. "It" told me my own path, and "I" found it. "I" am no longer my old self nor the pawn of Gallia or "him". "I" wish to be "Tous" no longer. "I" may be "myself", but who "I" am is lost.