Isn’t it obvious? I cause trouble and harm others because it’s fun. It brings me great joy to manipulate and bend others to my will, only to then shatter them in whatever way I so choose. It’s a power rush to control people, to hold their lives in my hand like a cheap toy. Having the power to end someone’s life, that’s a gift in itself that not enough people take advantage of. To think, I can make those I despise cease to exist, to never be heard from again. To cripple others with the grief I pour over their fruitless lives is satisfactory to say the least. Why would I choose a life any less satiating than this?
As for the other ones dwelling in this vessel, my host is the worst. He is just another personality, but as long as he is the dominant personality, he is a thorn in my flesh. The others are easily manipulated and suppressed, but my host must be eliminated as soon as possible.
—Mal
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