You're forced to rely on that inner steel inside you, or else you die... and I made my steel oh so very strong.

I remember what things were like before Liam.

I was harder than I am now. My hosts in the past were to be protected, but I never... acknowledged them. I never bathed their wounds and tended their injuries.

There is something about Liam that draws me to protect him, personally. Something about the barrier he creates around himself, how he uses his pain for strength, that intruiges me.

Perhaps I have something to learn.

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

I don't... talk... with Lleu. He's just there, inside. Sometimes I get... I can only call them feelings?... from him, sensations and memories and thoughts.

At first it was hard. I was afraid, angry, enraged. I fought with every fibre against the thing that had taken the only thing I had left away from me; Me.

He was so strong when I first took Liam as my simulacrum... however that was why I picked him. I picked him for the strength that he had created in himself, the strength that he clung to like a life raft.

At first I was forced to reign him in, supress him, keep him down, down in the Dream.

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

I found a part of Lleu in the Dream, and I found a part of myself. I found that I was not alone - that the empty places had been filled with a fire, a purpose, a meaning.

A hope.