Children are truly remarkable, aren't they? They have the innate ability to surpass all levels of hate, to ignore the resounding cruelty which our world shouts out, desperately clawing at our ears, hoping to get us to hear. It is but a child who can find the answer... It is but a child who can put them together again. Oh, how I long to be there, how my every bone aches to breathe in the essence of pure, unadulterated evil. Well, I must face the fact that I won't, I never will unless I find a child, one capable of presenting themselves to them without seeking the guidance of emotion... Only a child can pass the test, and I need to find one...
What about that sweet little child from Everton Lane? Such a kind face, so... gullible. I'll have to be sure, though, these young things can present a huge number of problems, it would seem that Objects are in order... Objects to prove the child's worth... Objects to prove that nothing can kill him...