Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.