Childhood trauma and years of guilt and anger work wonders on weak, fragile minds such as my precious dominate half's!

[Malik lets out his own deranged laugh, stepping fearlessly into what he perceives to be a fountain of blood.]

He suppressed everything...pushed everything onto me...hehuhu! [His words are cool despite the bizarre bulging veins that make their way across his face.] Not that I minded...I enjoy his suffering as much as the next person's. His slow descent into the darkness he fears so much.

[He reaches the statue at the center of the fountain and stares.]