I still don't know details. I don't know what the plan was, and I don't know how he planned on carrying it out. I simply know that there was one.
[That much is important to clarify, he's fairly sure - he doesn't know exactly what was happening, just that - ]
...I remembered being on a boat. A large tanker ship, surrounded by undead creatures that I wasn't afraid of. Like they were supposed to be there. And there was someone else there - I don't know why, I don't remember. But I remembered talking to him, saying that he would understand, when he...saw my new world. There was a pile of corpses there, and then there was this thing that consumed them, some sort of monster and I don't know where it came from but apparently I created things like that, if that bat thing was anything to judge by, but this was...different...
[His speech is becoming more rapid as he continues, and he isn't making eye contact; his stare is weirdly blank, focused somewhere directly in front of him, at the blank space right in front of his eyes as opposed to anything in the room.]
I've remembered a few things similar to the monster I saw that time - it's a recurring theme, after a certain point the monsters always look similar. Perhaps I wanted to do something with them.
[...]
...I told you about what he- ...about what I said, after the old man died. About becoming a god somehow.
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[That much is important to clarify, he's fairly sure - he doesn't know exactly what was happening, just that - ]
...I remembered being on a boat. A large tanker ship, surrounded by undead creatures that I wasn't afraid of. Like they were supposed to be there. And there was someone else there - I don't know why, I don't remember. But I remembered talking to him, saying that he would understand, when he...saw my new world. There was a pile of corpses there, and then there was this thing that consumed them, some sort of monster and I don't know where it came from but apparently I created things like that, if that bat thing was anything to judge by, but this was...different...
[His speech is becoming more rapid as he continues, and he isn't making eye contact; his stare is weirdly blank, focused somewhere directly in front of him, at the blank space right in front of his eyes as opposed to anything in the room.]
I've remembered a few things similar to the monster I saw that time - it's a recurring theme, after a certain point the monsters always look similar. Perhaps I wanted to do something with them.
[...]
...I told you about what he- ...about what I said, after the old man died. About becoming a god somehow.