I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. I've decided to go back. I love this world, but I wonder, though it is cold and smelly and noisy there, and though my friend died, why do I want to go back?
Madness string 92595
Lust, grief, insanity drives us. Need, envy, duty crushes us. Dreams, desire, all that reminds: wishes, illusions of a mad world...