[ you know what. good on you for calling his/my bluff. now i have to actually write it out. ]

Let's see...I've died three times over--no wait, four now. I spent nearly two years shoved into a void the size of water bottle. I'm made up of two different deranged people. My entire world was left to burn because apparently I personally deserved it, I nearly destroyed all of reality as we know it, I got shoved into a new puny body that apparently could barely last a month before falling apart, and in that month I was getting parented by one of the guys that I am. And now, apparently, I'm in something that looks like heaven as yet another personal torture chamber.