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[color=sky blue]Wolfz breaks into an almost mad laughter. He then looks at those he now identifies, very simply, as Id, Ego, and Superego. Wolfz walks forward, ignoring them. They each try to stop him, but fail to succeed until all three grab him.

Wolfz: Only a fool listens to one side of an arguement. Listening to you three is like listening to a broken record, a practices speech. You are not Raphael's voice! You are his subconcious.
Angel: We speak the truth.
Devil: Truth?! What is truth?
Ego: Your banter is pointless.
Wolfz: Is it?! We are not GOD! We have limited powers and are sometimes driven to become the Devil, himself. What did Raphael do?! He tried to create a solution! A solution to a problem older than...older than known time. You (pointing to who he's calling Ego) are that solution, a problematic one. You think you know him? You are a figmentation created in an attempt to control what he cannot.
Ego: You speak in riddles.
Angel: No, he is an enlightened one.
Devil: Enlightened?! He's a lune!
Wolfz: Call me as you wish, Id! You have no...

Wolfz sees a woman before him now, possibly the only woman who could stop his speach at any given time. His clothing changes, now. To us, they seem modern. The girl before him, he cannot recall a name, immediately anyway. As he looks, however, a single word passes his lips. He can barely hear that word, but he knows it to be her name.

Wolfz: *silently* Millie...Millie Thompson...
Angel: You have a similar experiance.
Devil: Ha! Humans are so easy to manipulate.
Ego: Do you see now?[/color]