Do It. Do It. Separte, those words are meaningless, yet when put together the possibilities are endless. DO It. I kept hearing it say to me. Something about the way it shined...something about its purpose...something about it was holding me back. Maybe it was me. Maybe there was one small part of me still left inside that was worth me saving. If I do It, will you help me? I paused. Then It started hissing at me. DO IT. A thought occurred to me. Would I regret this? No. It's not worth it to stay here. Do It. I decided to make it shut up.