(I know this is short, but I feel like I needed to update because of how long it's been. I've been kinda stressed with school work and friend drama so I hope you guys understand. I love you, thank you for reading this story.)

Virgil's P.O.V

I hated everything about this; the pitch blackness was almost suffocating, guilt racked my mind, and "Sir Sings A Lot's" silence did not help. Don't get me wrong; usually I loved the dark, but in this place just felt wrong. I had to get my mind off of it before I had another attack.

"So, Princey?" I asked, breaking the silence, "What happened, with the whole... conversion... was that real...?" Honestly I didn't know if it was or not. When you're a figment and you live in someone's mind it can get hard to tell the difference between terrifying reality and nightmares.

Roman shook his head. "Don't worry "My Chemically Imbalanced Romance" it was just a dream." He paused, looking confused, "I'm just wondering how we ended up in this part of the mind space, and how those... things became real."

I thought for a moment, wishing Logan was here. "Um, I think that, maybe because dreams are still in the mind space they can become real if drastic enough."

He nodded. "That must be it." There was a long pause before speaking up again, "I'm not mad at you Virgil. That wasn't really you." I know he was trying to put my mind at ease, but it just didn't work.

"Yes it was. Vengeance didn't control me, he just gave me a push in the wrong direction. Then I continued down that path. This is my fault, so I'm going to fix it." It was the truth, at least to me it was, Princey was in denial though.

"Virgil, I felt what it was like to be corrupted, yes it felt like I was doing what I did of my own accord, but truly I wasn't. It's the same with you." When did he start being so damn nice to me?