Later in the night, when the crowd was gone, and the creature was left alone to his tears, and bloodied body.

A man approached him in his solitude.

The answer to his problems?

Or perhaps, just a gateway to more.

That remains, a mystery.

The Mask comes on and off in it's own time.

I don't get to choose.

The Mask drives people away.

People I don't want to lose.

The Mask mocks me.

I fear that soon I won't be able to force it off.

How do you tell someone when they are wrong?

Is it better to just let what is so deeply ingrained carry on?

I suppose it's the easiest thing to do.

To let your courage take a rest whilst the underlying problem persists.

Never weakening, never fading, but only gaining more control over it's host.

And all I can do is watch.

A bystander to the destruction caused,
and a victim.

What is the right answer in a situation with no positive outcome?