The abnormalities of this world are not as I remember.
Aside from ‘Bound Fractal Lilac’, most of them could be classified HE, at worst. ‘Aspect of the Hunt’ may be deadly, but it is otherwise docile when properly appeased. ‘Phone Line Interceptor’ has its quirks, but is capable of regulating itself to some degree. ‘Minos the Wanderer’ can be contained by depriving it of its Charge, and it seldom fights back.
But abnormalities are not people. They are not animals, either. They are obsession, and madness, and chaos, and all-abounding energy. The unsurpassable power of the human mind.
I recognize that the L Wing does not exist anymore. Perhaps it never did. There is no power to gain from these anomalies, no Singularity to keep, no Nest to dream of. But it does not matter. If I must become a one-feathered wing, then I will.
I cannot allow myself to fall prey to their façades. It is weakness which has landed me in this purgatory, and weakness which will be my undoing. I must not allow myself to feel for these pathetic beasts.
I cannot allow it to happen again.