Gotterdammerung

[There’s a small sipping sound over the phone, and he clears his throat before beginning to recite.]

( Poem is the Demiurge's Laugh, by Robert Frost )

[A pause then. When Wilhelm speaks again, there’s a small slur to his voice.]

Very often, we seem to lose sight of what we had been running after, had been trying to attain. And once we lose sight of it, we no longer control it to any degree, and it overtakes us. What we had thought we had been chasing turns false, even if we had known it to be false before.

How many here have chased their own “Demons”, attempted to catch their own goals, only to find that the goal had already been passed and lost, and taken a life of its own? A traitorous goal, that was no longer what you had wished it, but something else dressed in the cloth of that desire?

How many of you escaped, and how many overcome?

[Hey, members of Xenohaus. Feel free to see Wilhelm slightly slumping in his chair as he speaks on the phone, and a glass of wine and near empty bottle of it beside him.

Guess who decided to test and see what effects alcohol would have on his now-human body and what it would be like to be intoxicated?]