#hal.txt

text says: You are Malakh. Sometimes you go by Bard, in the PC. Something bad is happening to you. To someone who holds your heart in their dying hands. You need somewhere to put it: the grief, the love, the HURT. You are-- Bard. Malakh by a different name. You feel mostly the same. You hurt less, maybe. Malakh hurts to think about, so you lay him to rest. He sinks like a stone. You are still Malakh. You stay underwater. Sometimes you come up for air, but not often. It hurts when you do. Bard keeps all the best of you, but leaves the HURT beneath the waves.

a comic about host changes after a traumatic event, and the complexity that arises when part of you, but not all of you, disconnects from the rest of you.