... I think I'm a God. Or maybe a demon. I was never sure, even when I was her.

[ she still isn't, and she's not sure if she'll ever be. ]

I was born because of a lady's sick beliefs and I've been trying to get away ever since. Trying to escape my mind. And the city I was born in. But it always seemed to find its way back to me. Or maybe I found it? I dunno. I'm just so tired now.

[ her eyes are starting to get searing red, and there's a few tears streaming down her cheek now. ]