I have watched him grow [dull]. He has bonded with so many, yet... the bonds are still weak. If he can be [cut away], perhaps there is hope for this erstwhile Knight.
I have not the strength to show him his [shape], but he must be made to see.
He does not hunger as he once did. He will be made to see.
My worm hungers. The pain gnaws at me, burns me from the inside. I envy him. He does not [bleed] as we do.
He will be made to see.
He will be made [sharp].
And he will cut away worlds untold.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the shorter chapter, but I figured our mysterious speaker deserved their own little segment! Might be a while before the next long chapter, but I'll do my best to make time for y'all! Thanks for sticking around this long, and I'll see you starside ;)