It's often I wonder. Which one of us is truly real? Am I the voice in your head? Or are you the defence mechanism that's keeping me away from control, until I'm ready to go back?
Are you the heart and hate, and am I the mind and reason?
Ages ago, people were asking interesting questions about that. What makes a human? Am I human? A voice with no vessel, stuck in someone else's body?
Things were simple before I met the Siren. You didn't listen to me, and I just… sat back in a metaphorical lounge chair and watched you murder, slaughter and occasionally mention the odd vehicle made out of anything but metal.
"I powder my cockateel for the ribcage slaughter."
Guess those words warranted for a bigger change in our lives than we'd ever have imagined.
Words that set in motion a rollercoaster of battles and a holocaust' worth of bandit and robot killings.
You know what I would do if you'd ever hurt an innocent creature. But deep inside, we both were happy with how things were going. You don't care if it's a baby or a bandit, you just thirst for blood. Lucky for you, we've got more bandits than babies in Pandora.
But things also became complicated… In our destructive derby with Jack as it's finale, my heart (whatever metaphor it may be) grew soft. I saw her again…
If you'd stop being a blind and meat hungry idiot, you'd see she's safe, dammit. Everyone with a sane mind around her could tell her crazy attitude is her defence mechanism. Her only way she's kept herself safe. And when I saw Roland became her substitute father… a role I failed to continue… I was happy enough, even for a little while.
As she instructed our 'gang' of violent heroes on whatever needed to be done, we always kept to the background. Made sure she didn't recognize us. She probably couldn't have anyway. A mask covers most of our face, our body mutated by Hyperion… by Jack…
Didn't we always want a washboard as a stomach? Something to grind cheese on? Guess we got more than we bargained for.
But she was safe, you know. Even though she didn't live in Sanctuary, I just knew the first Vault Hunters were looking after her.
God damn you, Jack. May the Devil shackle you tight in Hell, because there'll be eons worth of pain for you when I arrive.
So there she is now. Playing a board game with the remaining three original Vault Hunters. I was listening at the stairwell, the guys didn't want me to join in the interrogation… Figured we'd sort it so quick there'd probably be no chance for him to spill the beans.
I heard when she broke. When her friends witnessed her face her losses. When she yelled "I KNOW!" and her tears finally broke free. I told you to go up and hold her. Tell her she's not alone and you're there for her. Tell her the world will never hurt her as long as it can be cleaved by your axe.
But… I guess we're not there yet. Even in all the good we've done, with us working together better than ever… We still have a lot of progress to make. And someday, we might take off our mask and show her that daddy's still here. Watching over her in our own silent, yet loud, demeanour.
I pray they'll watch over her. Because we're not done yet with the killing. We're not done at all.