Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn. It's real. That sleazy circus clown was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I got his payment, and just the potential it has is worth every damn moment I spent running for my life, busting my ass for his little job. I mean, a part of me did buy into his promises, I wouldn't've gone along with the guy if I hadn't, y'know? But after that whole fiasco, I just didn't think he actually expected us to come back alive. But no, it's real. Dammit, now I gotta decide what to do goin' forward.

So, cost benefit analysis, the cost was, that psycho sent me and a bunch of random goons to nearly get ourselves killed in exchange for vague promises of power and the fact that he somehow also knew what I've seen, he knows they're conspiring, it's only a matter of time until they rise up! Regardless, me and those other guys almost got killed, and that's a big mark against this whole operation. Now the benefits. I can cling to walls. I can climb sheer surfaces like I'm god damn Spiderman, climb all the live long day. I can feel something, too, something inside me. There's a sort of... connection, almost like I can feel them, a bond between us just below the surface. And that's just the start, just a taste of what I can have. The question is, is it worth my life? Yes. Yes, dammit, yes, I can't stop. I'm on this crazy train for the long haul.