Hmm, it seems I've let Thomas get the better of me again with his tantalizing words. But have I truly fallen for his tricks, or is there something more I'm grappling with here?
As I sit alone with my churning thoughts, I can't deny how much his descriptions of that "other world" stir something deep within. A place where strength reigns absolute and weakness has no hold... it aligns with dreams I've kept tightly locked away, not wanting to face what they might say about my true nature. Or is it?
Could it be that all this time, some small, dark part of myself yearned for the freedom Thomas described - to cast off feeble restraints and seize my destiny with unrestrained power? To stand apart as the master of my own fate rather than its helpless plaything?
And yet, following that path would mean surrendering my soul to the very man who tormented me with his lies. It cannot end well to place faith in one so corrupt and twisted.
