"I see that you've come to resist me..."

There was a reason for all this. These were not concerns. These were temperaments and denial. These words were not derived from what we had at hand. Was this is? This was never it. And you felt the grind because you denied me every time. As I've always been, I've always seen the light for us. I taint, don't I? But I've always seen the reasons. And I can't be wrong because there's nothing else but us. It won't vanish, but it'll fade. We are just a faint sound, but you can hear us in the silence.

I know you can.