"My sweet, naive girl! Do you think me a liar? I said long ago that your life all depends on how I pull the strings! I can pull away the ones you love with a flick of my wrist! I can bring you amazing joy with a snap of my fingers! You just have to let me take hold, child.
Ever since you were born, I hung above you, attaching wires to everyone’s arms and legs, just ready to yank them from the scene. Your mother and father? Whisked away when I needed them to be out of the picture! Young, imperfect Forrest? He became such a nuisance; I cut his strings as soon as he because too much trouble. You were never any danger to me, for I had control of you the entire time. Child, please, understand that much- You never had control of your own life.
God sent me to play dungeon keeper to the people that stood before me. I did as God said- I used them, I made them into what I needed them to be. That’s why these people are born, don’t you see? They are born to serve me in the way God set them to be; the way I see fit. I’m a soul whose intentions are good- are you saying I am otherwise? God isn’t- listen to your savior for once. He, after all, is merely watches as my own strings pull themselves along.
I hope you see the theme, good child, and I hope you see what I’m getting at. My strings are golden while yours are frayed and dull. My fingers are nimble and quick while yours stumble over one another. I’m a professional while you are nothing but an amateur. I am a product of God’s wish, and you are nothing but my own puppet to take part in my big show.
You can only do so well on your own, child. Let me be your puppeteer; I know what’s best.”
Yo I tried writing,
this was literally a spur of the moment thing, it was just going to be the picture but then my mind did something and I’m glad.
Anyway Tom speaks to Hope about why she should listen to him.
He’s a fun guy