Sorrowful's voice echoes in your head. "Then let your truths come alive in their own right."

You may not realize what he means at first, but soon enough it becomes clear as something swells beneath your skin. Pain shoots through you as tiny beasts swarm under your flesh, scurrying about your bones, devouring your muscle for their sustenance. You know, somehow, that each of them represents something you believe in, and you cannot remove them from you without sacrificing your dearest principles.