This is where the fun starts.
Protecting a thing and concealing it are not the same, especially when there's nothing to protect it from. You damage those you "love" more than anyone you would defend them against.
It's easier to hide than it is to have a conscience. A conscience is one of the things which, if you had one, would make you human. You are monster.
So disappear now into your world of shame and isolation and sycophants and elitism.
Live a long, boring bullshit life, and die a bullshit death, never having understood that love is not an emotion.
You cannot hide behind a whole bowl full of white bananas. You can't disappear.
You are an insult to humanity, and the most graceless, cold, lump of gibbering insane protoplasm I have ever disgraced myself to copulate with.
Rewrite.
Deconstruct.
Flee.
You will never detach.
You will never grow a soul.
It's too late for you.
But not for me.
If you ever see me or contact me again, be assured that I will NEVER as long as I draw breath let you turn your head and deny the damage you have done with your lies and deceits and excuses.
Your world is shrinking. Mine is growing, and it seems fitting that things are headed the way they are.
How do you live with yourself? You are an obscene parody of a human being. God help you.
Go on, now. Scurry away, like the gutless coward ratfuck you've always been. Bow down before the one you serve...
Me? I'll live my life the way I always have: wide open, IN the open, no explanations, no apologies, no shame, ready for anything.