[i] If the voice in Desmond's head had phrased it any differently, if it had spoken like Desmond would serve this Dark Aries, he would've laughed in it's face. He didn't serve anyone. But he could feel, that it didn't want control of him, it didn't want to bend him to its will. No, it was exactly what it said. He was an extension of it, he was a part of it now. And he had to live with it. Prices had to be paid sometimes. Desmond attempted to clear his head of the maddening darkness and encroaching insanity, focusing on the one solitary beacons of sense; the voice in his head. [/i]