It was not my own. I know my mind, I know it better than anything... even my own mother. Every crevasse, every notion, every thought... and that was not mine.
And you've been having strange dreams, is it?
It fed off my thoughts, worry about the dreams... the power... the Fire! So, now I must ask myself - what was it? Is there another within me whispering words into my mind? Or perhaps something else? I assumed it was the man I was talking to... maybe it was... maybe one day I will be able to do that with the Fire.
Until I know... I will follow the Fire.
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