Blessed lies lie upon my conscience. They sometimes crawl out and drops of bloody saliva stain my words and deeds. My lies have a creational power of creatures not always capable to survive within reality. However they exist, so why would I kill them?
I hid 13 years of my life and was able to create only 8. I pretended to be someone I am not, younger than I really am. Is it really so evil? I ran from THE THING. For another, truly beautiful 8 years I was able to be a regular person. Now I am fleeing and facing close punishment.