Terrence's face suddenly tensed, as did all his muscles. His heart beat angrily in his chest.<br/>She really did recognize him. He'd said too much.<br/>He looked down into the fire, emphasizing the darkness that still - after all these ever-fucking years - plagued him to his core.<br/>As if sending corruptness from his heart the his finger-tips.<br/>"That...that was...long ago." He seemed to struggle with his words, as if his eyes might tear up.<br/>That was something that hadn't happened since the horrible moniker was bestowed upon him. It must have been 15 years ago or more. It felt like an eternity.<br/>Terrence arose, his voice raised to her.<br/>"Fifteen ever-fucking years and the ever-fucking curse lives on. It's the world's largest cockroach and it just won't die.<br/>Why won't it fade? I've paid my debt and more to a life of ever-fucking solitude in this ever-fucking cesspool of a planet. Their pleading for food, for water...my own helplessness as I struggled to keep everything - myself included - together. At the end of it...they all died. I did leave them, that wasn't a lie. But it was because they ascended to the vengeful prick in the sky and I stayed in hell.<br/>Earth has ceased to be, Hell remains...and the ever-fucking Jesus Christ wept an ocean."<br/><br/>Terrence stood there for a few seconds, as if shocked by his own outburst. It was 15 years of pent up aggression and raged at the little God that couldn't and it was coming out now, pouring in waves.<br/>Terrence was still, his chest rising and falling deeply as his breath - and his wits - came back to him.