Two Rivers Isle Dr. Phil is here

Judas nodded. What it told him, the sound of it's voice. Sometimes it was convincing, sometimes annoying. And sometimes he could swear that the voice was tearing at his mind, painfully. It was all his imagination, he would tell himself every time. But it always came back. "It tells me lies. Sometimes, I believe them. Sometimes, it annoys me."

He nodded again. "It doesn't command me, if that's what you're thinking. More, manipulates me." Just like his old self. Manipulative. Pushing others off cliffs, leading them to bear caves. He gave a pleading look. He wanted to know how it could be possible. He had tried many things. "How?"