"He doesn't love you, you know?! He doesn't need you! He'll just throw you out like a mutt the first chance he gets!" the woman screamed at you, pacing the room. And you stared into Nikto's eyes, stroking the cheek of his disfigured face and searching his blue eyes for a bit of warmth. You're attached to him like a puppy, ready to lick his hand after his bouts of aggression. You felt like he was just like you. A broken man with a tattered mental beauty. Your poor, little, boy.

The woman turned your head affectionately with her hand so that you met her gaze. "I am with you for the long haul. He isn't. He's just like the others, he'll play around and leave you. And I'll be with you forever...", the woman whispered affectionately. And it was true, she was with you for a very long time. Your dear and priceless hallucination caused by your schizophrenia. She was always with you in your worst moments. And you couldn't give up any of them. Not Nikto. Not your hallucination.

"Don't turn away from me," came Nikto's quiet and needy voice. His hand brought your head back so that those puppy dog eyes of yours were looking straight into his blue ones again. "My dear little bird, what's bothering you?" came Nikto's voice again.