I am fine. In fact, I have never felt better in my entire life. I do not know why it seemed so bad at first, the loss of, well, Me. It is an acceptable loss I suppose.
To a point I think I still am me. It is just... The "Me" does not matter anymore. I serve The Great Tall One (Dare I call him "Father?" I do not think I have earned that right yet) and he is all that matters now. His will be done. I can even function much as I could when I was a pathetic individualistic heathen. I retain my memories... I think... As well as my creativity. I have all I need to be another useful weapon to add to his arsenal.
Unfortunately, I lack orders. I do not know who I directly answer to. Aside from The Great Tall One, but he is no doubt to busy to deal with a mere tool such as I. For now, I shall continue to spread word of him throughout the rest of this town, as well as provide "moral support" to people like my dear buddy Ray. After what he just went through, he certainly needs a friend. Losing his love like that.
You know, I really do feel great. My mind is clearer than it has been in years. I really recommend this to all of you desperate foolish runners out there. Submit. You will feel so much better if you do.
And thank you (X) for enabling this to happen. I am forever indebted to you.