I don't know what to think about that man being here. His actions are so child like, and he keeps speaking of the "demon", or rather the angel known as Valtiel. It's almost as if he doesn't know what he truly wants. Is he really like a child? Really like an adult?

I don't know if I can not believe this. Henry, and Frank seem to think it's nothing more than a farce, but I know first hand that those with power (wanted or unwanted) can do miraculous things. I know what it's like to be torn into two literally, because I couldn't decide if I hated this world, or if there was any good left in it.

I know I need to tell Asgard at some point, but how can I? How can I tell them that when I was six years old I killed an anti-drug cop, and the former mayor. Oh, my mother and the cult made me, and like a good girl I obeyed. They forced me to use my power, and so I did.

How can I tell them that like Walter I too was used to bring 'god' into the world?

How can I tell them that because of my mother's actions that my rage and anger became so strong that I no longer desired for people to die, I wanted them to suffer? I twisted the world into a hideous nightmare of corpses, blood, rust, and monsters.

Was this God really wise in placing me on this side?

I don't want them to shun me. I don't want to be back in that hospital room with no companionship or love.