*inside the chamber where the little boy was I stand looking down at him. He stands looking at me. Rage in his eyes. His voice is echoed by an extremely more deep, loud, more menacing voice that seems to come from everywhere and shake the walls. There are no more centipedes in the room*
Boy: [i] You cannot take his place. You cannot help me. You are not my daddy. You are an intruder, but you dare to to act like you belong here.[/i]
Me: P-please.... Just listen. I can help you-
Boy: *puts his hand in front of me and does something. You can't see what it is because my body blocks your view.* [i] You can't even help yourself.[/i]
*he glances at you three.*
[i] and now the others are back.[/i]