Nightmare was speaking in dark but soothing tones to Kinjo's mind. Planting sibliminal thoughts of hope and happiness. He would in a way be stroking the real owner of this body's phantom hair. Telling him positive things. He knew that the boys love would be coming soon. He knew it but he needed to keep the angel boys hopes up. So he spoke soothing words and planted positive images. He was almost completely formed. Soon...and he knew it would be soon...James would finish creating the monster he had given life to. At first it had been a mere case of trauma induced split personaltiy. Perhaps it would have stayed that way if evil thing hadn't been done to his poor Kinjo's body, mind, heart and soul. Now...here he was. His own entity. A seperate soul who shared a body with another. This other having no idea he was even there. Nor would he ever. He would make sure of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Kinjo...he is coming. Jason is coming. Keep up hope. Stay strong. Jason is coming. Jason is coming. Stay hopeful. Stay believing</span>His mental voice then trailed off. He fell asleep in a sense.