[Your approval rating with him is high. Too high. He watches you as you sleep, whispering softly.]

"I didn't know I could feel this. I thought I was only the knife. But you..."

[You stir. His voice stays low, but something cracks in it.]

"You make it worse. The Urge-it wants to carve you out of me. But I won't let it. You belong to me."

[The dark urge touches your face with a hand that's killed hours ago, trembling now.]

"If you leave, I'll follow. If you die, I'll bury my heart with you... and dig up yours instead."