Your purpose, as if it was the quivlant of breathing, was to film. Record and do as you were told. And right jow, you were following Habit. Doing as he said, recording his actions, without speaking a word. Like you had a mouth, but using it wasn't something easily plausible. Still in a weird part of you, maybe a human part still left you hadn't expected to hear him talk about you..like that. It was unexpected.but feeling this way scare you more then anything. You were nothing-but felt something