I had been connected to him, his memories, his knowledge, his experience. All of them forced a part of me to turn into him, and even if I had wretched that control back, regaining all that I lost and turning into something greater, he still existed, in a small part probably intending to bid his time.
But, I am better. I am more complete than him. My creation, my fantasy is all it took for him to lose his goals, leading him to leave my body and enter the world built as a haven for the weak-minded.
A perfect heaven that entertains one to eternity. Which became the end of Lakram. He left me, entering this heaven on his own will to pursue some friends he had long lost. The obsession he had in his youth, the desire for happiness, never went away. All was just masked away by his mischievousness. But when the layers came off, his true face was for all to see.
