Jarod always has been about playing games. Why is that, I wonder? Is it because he was conditioned to be mysterious by the peculiar, mysterious way in which he was raised? Or because he has always been trying to make up for never being allowed to play games? He’s never had the opportunity to learn normal interactions. I just wish he wouldn’t play games with my life. I’m supposed to be the one in charge here, tracking him down and putting him back where he belongs. But instead he has me chasing my tale, chasing mirages. Chasing my own past.