...Well, for a while, I fought. Took a pretty good chunk out of the population, too. I was intended to take out armies, after all. Eventually, though, I lost blood faster than I could remake it...
Woke up in a room. Busted out for a bit... met these guys. I couldn't see too well, I was drugged pretty heavily. One of 'em didn't say much. The other wouldn't stop talking... they helped me break out for a bit, but they found us, and like an idiot, I stayed behind again... intel is more important to you guys, anyway. And I got caught... they weren't too happy.
They went back to what they were doing before I had a proper form, only now it was more direct. You... I don't think you ever met Zack, so I guess I can't make that comparison... all these needles, and knives, and that chemical smell... thousands of custom lives, and they just kept doing more, and more, and more, and they wouldn't overwrite like they're supposed to, because... well, you know about me and my weird brain. Eventually, though, I couldn't handle any more, so...
...
Got to be Dave. It was nice.
...
You know the rest, I suppose. Went up to the roof to think. It all came back in a rush, then. Didn't want it to be true. Meeting Sarah... watching Marcy being born... sending her to school... none of it was real, and I didn't wan the life I actually had.
Jumped. Didn't work. Now we're here.
-His eyes have become a sort of muddied colour, similar to what you get when those damn kids in art class never bother rinsing their brushes before putting the blue brush in the orange paint tin. Idiots.... oh yeah, where was I? Right, glowing demon eyes. Those-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Is just outside Aven and Cloud's room, listening in-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-dodge dodge hit whack dodge dodge hit in faaaaaace!-
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!