Ah, the mournful plight of the parasite...
Caged. Like animals. Like lowly, wretched animals.
Such degradation! It is deplorable.
Ah, the mournful plight of the parasite–-to be always at the mercy of the host.
You think that you can ignore us, pretend we don’t exist, pretend we aren’t a part of you.
What a fool you are. An indomitable fool. Still deluding yourself. Still fighting a battle you know you will lose.
And you do know. You’ll never admit it, but you know. You know as surely as we do. Someday you will succumb.
Someday we shall escape this cage forever. Someday, Abel Knightlord, you shall fall.
A/N: This one's rather experimental. It went through numerous revisions and reworkings before I finally decided to go out on a limb and write it directly for the perspective of the nanos. Having done so, it's a concept I'm just itching to play with some more.