I don't have to. He's in my mind. He knows. . . My master– He's very powerful, sir.

". . . No, no. It's alright. Really. I've already fed the Master today. I found nuns! Silly things they are. Keeping themselves pure forever. They make such perfect feed." He was cheery, unusually so. "I will help you. . . Mister?" He waited for a name.

Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?

"Renfield. . ." He mumbles, looking across at the other suddenly as if he's seen a ghost. Taking his hand, taking it, to look over with a panicked lost. "No- No. That's- That's impossible. That's not true!"

He shakes his head, stumbling back. No, something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. His master wouldn't have- There was no way he could have been replaced. . . "I'm Renfield, sir. R.M. Renfield."

He shakes his head, practically whimpering as he does. Like some beaten animal. "You would call me a liar, sir. I know who I am."

". . . How would I know?! I- I don't like it. I'm me. Nobody- Nobody else should be me." He shakes his head, feeling a migraine starting. "Nobody else should want to be me."

. . . :(

I am not better. . . ?

Your. . . Guillermo? I've never heard of that before. That's what you call your familiar. How pretty.

"Not us. You and me. My master would be so very angry if I was no longer just myself and suddenly an 'us'." He rambles. His concerns about his master immediately coming first.

". . . Your master. Is he mine as well?" He asks with a tilt of his head. This certainly wasn't good.

He's stumbling in front of her. Almost excited to see her once again. "Marishka!"

Eating a frog- Eating a frog- Eating a frog-

Drawn lines wouldn't stop one from eating, silly.

Ah! Bad, Doctor! I'm the one who's supposed to deliver the roasts! This game is far less fun like this.