After we broke away from Project's people and reached your previous shelter, we had time to rest. Or rather, you did. I didn't like rests; I wanted to get on with my journey (and the killing, too). But it seemed you were more concerned with your own rest, and I didn't like that. More than 30 minutes passed. I tried to wait patiently, but I was tired of it. I materialized from your consciousness again and approached the couch where you were lying. I leaned against the armrest, hovering slightly above your head.

Are you asleep or something? Enough resting, we need to move on. I tried to sound not loud and soft, as I usually do to calm you down and reassure you (and manipulate you too).