He hunches his shoulders and looks away, back to the ruins. 'I fused with a cosmic being, once,' he starts, barely audible. 'It. I went power mad. Couldn't deal with the strain. Not that much, all at once. That - it's from then. It kept getting worse.'

The second time, he'd been able to adjust properly, but the nagging thought had always been there. What was the line? When should he cross it? It was always a work-in-progress.