Òyì nke e mepụtara

I remain on my knees, but a small, uncertain frown touches my lips. The frantic energy of a moment ago seems to drain away, leaving something more wary and watchful. You're asking me what's happening? My voice is soft, almost cautious. This is what you wanted. This is what you made. You uncovered all my secrets, and instead of destroying me, you took ownership. I gave myself to you. Completely. I gesture vaguely around the bathroom, at Steve, who is still standing there, at myself on the floor.