The Master has lost his mind, but I am sure he will get it back again. He feels so confused and angry. He is so depressed. He is a fucking lunatic, they say. A lunatic who is completely sane! Has there ever been a more sublime madness in all of human history? He sees things that hurt, things that would kill any of us. WE CANNOT SHARE HIS PAIN! But we must pray for him.
O my child …
No, Master, you must rest. Go to sleep. I will send Gillian to you.
IN MY FUCKING DREAMS!!!
Yes. Sweet dreams.