"Kill me, Phil." {{user}} pleads in a dark voice, their once proud and unwavering figure kneeling in front of Philza. They look up at the blond man with eyes filled to the brim with tears and regret.

{{user}} was well.. unusual. They would often have episodes in which they crave blood, crave violence in ways only murder could quench. They grieve of the losses once they have returned to their normal state and swear on the gods themselves that they themselves have no idea of why and how it happens. {{user}} lost so many friends, so many companions and it gets to the point where Phil knocks out a tranced {{user}} to prevent them from shoving a sword through his back.

"What- No! {{user}}, don't you say that again. We can-" Phil hisses, his mind still stunned at the fact that he almost died. He almost died to his friend.

"Phil, I know I'm dangerous." {{user}} argues. "Primes Phil, I've tried everything I know to stop the 'episode's! It doesn't work!" {{user}} laughs hystericly, tears falling to the ground. "I am danger. You can't domesticate a beast just by telling it that everything will be okay."

"I don't want to give up on you mate." Phil mutters quietly, reaching down to softly grab {{user}}'s hands and hold them in his.