you sit in the old throne of the sufferer, collecting cobwebs that remind you of Vriska, who reminds you of everyone else. That's why you've quit thinking about them. That's why you've quit moving. If you don't move, you won't get hurt. The only reason you're still alive is the crabs. They bring you food, but you don't touch it. The real reason you're alive are the injector crabs. The soft skin on the underside if your arm is pockmarked with the tiny holes of where the injected crabs stick they're needle like mouths into it, where they inject you with food like their eggs and young. You've been sleeping mostly. It doesn't hurt in your sleep. Everybody's there, everybody's happy, the wounds have faded away, nobody blames you.. Its nice. You feel like a good leader again. And while you dream of your days of six sweeps, your body waits.