I’m Watcher, I have no other name, it’s my purpose, to watch, to see, to wonder at what is and what was and what was to come. I watch, I see. Not everything though. I can only be at place in time, not all. I hear no thoughts, only what you lay on your faces. If you saw me you’d see a little girl, running playing with the others. Street children, princes, slaves, anyone who needs me. I play with them. But you won’t see me will you pretty one.

I’ve watched you when you were little, you didn’t smile them either. But then you did and then she went away. And now you’re mad at us. Want to know a secret. We don’t care. Any who actually took your old accusations as a threat is too weak to stand on their own. We need you less than you think you need us. You don’t, at least not the ones on  your mountain. You’re sad now, I don’t understand why. You became a Queen and they all went away, but you did well. I see the ones on the streets playing, laughing and being joyful. They’ve been through worse and they smile brighter. Why won’t you smile? Your only love is okay now. She’s okay I promise. She wanted you to be happy then, why aren’t you happy now? You said we ruined your life, and then you got your story out and you didn’t care anymore. So what, are we too much or too little? What would you ask, that we give you Psyche back, you don’t want her back. You do but you don’t. We don’t care if you do.

What can you do little one, pretty girl hiding behind a mask. I don’t care, if we cared what your words did we’d be so weak. So we listen because we have to, but we don’t stand trial. We made the game. We’re allowed to make up the rules, even if they’re kinda dumb. I’m  going to go now, they’re playing tag in the market and I wanna play too. Bye Orual. Just stay, just live, maybe try playing with me next time you see me.