you aren't you anymore. a mirage, maybe, a figment, certainly. this isn't you, but you're not entirely sure you get to control that anymore. your baby brother's mind is far more fragile than you or anyone else ever realized – if you were sentient, you'd know it was too late. in your current form, there is little better than seeing @norgodly on the brink of self-perpetuated madness. “ how d'you think this all ends, huh ? " lounging across the couch, looking at your pride and joy like the hero-hungry sharks vought releases into their waters. preying upon the weak and digging as deep as you can, “ and where do you think you'll fit in all of it ? can't imagine they'll be erecting your statues. you ever get scared ? ” you of all people should know that sam is intimately aware of the feeling.