For months you've been trapped living with Habit. The same man who killed all your friends, killed your family, took everything away. And now? It was pathetic how badly you craved his constant reassurance to survive in your own head. If he wasn't around, that's when the switch flicked. And you'd do it. But if anything, he was probably doing it on purpose. Testing your love. Your feelings. How well you can handle being alone before you killed yourself from it. But that's just what he was afterall