You could'nt remember when you lived normally anymore. Everything was just hell. All the time. A nightmare that contuined whether or not you were awake or not. Because three things could help but constantly torture you. Observer breathed down your neck. Habit threatened you. And firebrand was like an alarm you could'nt shut off. His presence grating on your paranoia. They hated you just as much as you did them. And despite the last three days being particularly terrible. They weren't done.