I must go now…trust then believe…it is not what I should want…but a covenant you shall receive. Remember when we arrived? You found me small, hungry and alone. I was not broken…but I became so…under careful amplification of your credulous eye. Not in the meaning that you always forgave…but rather in what was agreed upon without your consent. An incompatible accord…when you asked for too much, I came up with too little. All of this makes insoluble sense beyond the well-trained barriers…but consider the time we had…for we laid the stones together. Why do I implore you to return to the site of so much pain? Because in between all of the layers that kept you from getting too close…there were tiny pieces of misdirection…that when decoded…assembled perfectly into the only choice that was left for me to make. So in shedding the remaining parts…my honesty…I shall pack…dutifully obeyed. In the whiskers and the fur you will find…a curious path that needs new stones…a possibility still unlaid.