They were fragments of his past the fool Alien Hunter clung to. They were aspects he'd never be able to let go, and this would make him weak. He thought his imagination made him strong, but depending on the past meant he'd never grow up. How could a child raise himself on imaginary friends and family? How could he learn anything when he told himself the world?
Not that it mattered. Daniel X, or whatever fool last name he'd given himself now, would arrive eventually. He could afford to take his time. The Prayer waited. He knew when he and Daniel met, only one would call himself the victor. The Prayer knew he'd made a grave mistake letting Daniel live, and yet, destroying the others on the List eliminated the competition. Besides, it would only make Daniel all the more cocky when they met each other. There was a small, almost miniscule chance Daniel would defeat him, but it was so small as to be insignificant.
The Prayer waited. The Prayer was patient. It had to be, to have that name. He clasped his hands together and thought about how much agony Daniel would go through when he saw his imaginary friends and family die before his eyes. And The Prayer waited. Some things had to be savored with time.
And The Prayer had plenty of time. Daniel X was only a boy and history knew how many boys died before they reached manhood.
