LU 237 - Dr. Thornberry 63

Little by little, my leg has begun to heal. I don't need strength potions to walk everywhere anymore, and though I have an obvious limp, it just adds to my character. There's the occasional lightning strike that runs through it, but I'm recovering. I guess time does heal all wounds. All physical ones, that is. 
I picked up the chest I had filled with potions the night before, and dragged it down to my special room. Stacking the other chests in a neat manner, I stepped back and sighed. I think I was finally prepared for this war. All those sleepless nights finally felt worth it. Soon Frezz would be gone, and I could actually gain the power he was blocking me from. I guess there's still Space, but I would hope he has the best in mind for me. He wouldn't get in my way right? No, I won't let him.
I wiped the dust on my pants and ran out of my home, coming to a halt in front of the office. I never realized how tall this building was.
(This is yours Vice. Make sure to keep it that way.)
Stepping into the building, I remembered I had made a mailbox for us a few months ago. I squatted down and opened the small box, expecting nothing. But what I saw made me stop for a moment. A firework with a label and a hastily written letter. 
Something to remember me by.
I crushed the label in my fist and quickly unfolded the attached note. 
"You're only out because I let you."
When was this put here? It had to be recently right? I swear Space checks this thing too. I grabbed the objects, ready to crush them at my feet. But before I jumped, I realized something. ..No, I shouldn't. What if it backfires on me?
(You never forgave him Vice. Keep it. Use it.)
Oh well if it backfires right? It's not like I haven't gotten shot before. I nodded to myself and stowed the explosive in my pocket, ready to use in case I ever came across that bastard again. 
(It's okay. Everything is coming into place. Don't worry about him.)
But Vice couldn't help but be wary, as he did a quick look around him before exiting the building. He ran the rest of the way back to Space's home, hoping to finally see him after a few days. But when he got there the house was empty and dark. It seemed Hallthorr had left, and he was the only one home. Vice threw away the yearning need for comfort and listened to the voice in his head. 
(You don't need anyone Vice.)
The voice had started to become louder recently, and Vice didn't care. He agreed with it, and listened to its advice. 
He sat down in the corner of the room and sighed. He cares so much about others, but none of it seems to come back to him. The firework shaped lump in his pocket seemed ever so obvious. He only ever got used. 
I didn't dislike Frezz.. he disliked me.
(Stick to those feelings Vice, and rise up from them.)
The voice may not always give him the best words. But he thinks what he's doing is right, he doesn't understand that he's hurting other people on top of himself. Wake up Vice, learn to take care of others, push your need of power to the side.
He slowly set his head down on his knees and fell asleep. 
(Dream of power Vice, dream of what you will accomplish.)