“If I die first?” I laughed. “All you can do is kill me, and you’ll never do that, will you? You don’t want to lose me. Lose me, lose yourself. Without my brain, my attention, what are you? I’ll tell you, an echo, a fading echo. Kill me, and you’re nothing. You’ll make this place Hell before we’re through, I’m sure. The end of the matter is that I won’t help you. Do what you want, I won’t help you sucker other people into this trap. I am the dreamer, and you’re just a dream.”
The thing’s smile only widened.
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