My heart has been bleached. I’m slightly out of phase and still have blood in my eyes, but I’ll survive. I’m no tourist. I’ve been rendered before. This place is like any other. The good or bad in it are no concern of mine. It’s not like I curry influence - I’m a foreigner. Some would say I was an exile, but you need a home before you can be exiled. I just drift. I have a cranial roof.