The captain has lost his way. There are no corpses to call his own. There are no saviors as far as he can see. There are no idols in this land. He fears that he has killed what he loves. He fears what he cannot see.

She will do for now. She will do until we can find the one that we are looking for.

He divides his personalities into separate compartments so that he can keep them straight--so that when the authorities come he will know what to say. He will have his story straight and they will leave him alone--at least that is what he hopes for. He is a tortured man. He is tortured by his own confusion.

He is a constant disillusion. He cannot think to save his life. He is a ball of pain.

When she comes around--the ground erupts with carnage. She is the keeper.

The assasin lurks below. The assasin has no face. There is no scapegoat. The assasin is an illusion, a trick, a metaphor, an excercise in human survival. Without the assasin there is no narrative. Keep the assasin close.