Shrunken.

And for an instant, I felt like a tower. A big, tall tower, dressed in yellow. And you were so small. I was so ashamed. Ashamed of what a tower is capable of. Of what I'm capable of. I don't know what is happening to me. I don't know how it started. I don't know how to stop it. All I know is that I hate it. And I hate what I do to be a tower.

Why do I have to be a tower?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.