I see the roaches as I close my eyes. They crawl over me, tearing the very fibers of my skin asunder with their spindly legs, coated in a hard chitin. They're beautiful.
Slowly, over time, I've felt what it's like to skitter as the roaches often do. To dance in endless joy and muted color. They've become a part of my inner consciousness, ebbing away at what I once was...
Anyway, really good person right here. While I personally wish our roach leaders an easy takeover, we can only hope his death will be the quickest of us all