It hurts to see that rotten beast, but more than it hurts to think does it hurt when it’s unleashed. So keep it docile. Keep it on your side, lest you look upon its wrath from the back of your own mind. You know it’s true. Don’t avert your eyes. This is just what happens when you split virtue from vice. Death, despair, decay will extract what’s left of life. And right when you need a doctor, I’ll be there to twist the knife.