I’ve seen it hanging around the villa. Watching me, but not taking any action. It looks like its gone back to its old, passive self. No more ripping doors to shreds. I wonder if any of us will ever know what drives it. Why does it hate us? Why does it destroy us? And, now and then, why doesn’t it? Why does it leave horrible, evil people in the world and kill the innocent?
It has a purpose. It has some sort of plan, an agenda of some description. It must. It can’t just be random. I can’t deal with a world like that. My mind won’t tolerate a world where not everything makes sense. There has to be some sort of logic to it. There has to be some pattern.