And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.
Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?
This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.
Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.
In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded back into the scenery of my own dark self, whole the other me crouched and growled. I would do It at last, do what I had been created to do. And I did.