"Forget? Haha, no, no, you built it so you, the whole universe, would forget what lies here. Me, your indestructible mortal body, so no one could use it against you, not even yourself." He grins, and, for just an instant, Draiss can see the truth behind his numerous illusions; the perfectly preserved corpse, locked in the same position he was in when Verdelet stabbed him, the holes from the trident still visible on his chest, the front of his clothing stained by the centuries-dried blood.<br/><br/>"I am your weakness, your insanity, your curse. I am the flaws and impurities that didn't make it, when you ascended. Your weakest link, your most valuable possession, your Achilles' heel. And you killed this world, to hide the secret, in your first panicked years, then forced yourself to<em>forget.</em>"<br/><br/>"Or was it already dead? I forget."