It is good to be rid of the wretched title of "host". I have much better things to do than to be serving useless women who are full of pointless emotions. My art has been neglected, a thin layer of dust has gathered around some of my favorite puppets.

I glanced around the room full of puppets. Deidera would me mocking me, saying that this is why art should be fleeting. Ha. Even if my puppets are dusty, they are still there for me when I am in need of them. His short-lived explosions are gone in an instant, and can never come back for another use.

...It's good to be back.