You see, the rather simple truth is that for all this time? I've been a figment of your imagination. Yep. It's true. You made me up. I'm not sure why, it's not my place to rail against my creator, that's part of who you made me to be. But it's true. I'm a daydream, a hallucination, a whimsical thought carried out to its all too logical conclusion.
When you think about it, though, doesn't it make a whole lot of sense? All those times you just wondered about me, wondered about our relationship. Don't try to pull one over on me, now, I know everything you do, even if I pretend I don't. You're a clever little dreamer, I have to give you that. But when the day is over, I'm just one of your more convincing chimera.