He had no idea what to make of the Blue and Violet doors he'd passed through, each door had hurt him in its own way, and now he was facing yet another door. The door before him was massive and as he starred at it; unable to look away, Durza realized, he was never waking from this. He places his hand upon the door, memories traveling through him; his life flashing before his eyes. The virus had already claimed him, he would never be seeing Umbrella again. The little animal that had been helping him get over his depression would have to go on without him.

He wakes, but doesn't... he is all, the virus, those consumed before him. He was- he is all, he is creation, he is- no. He doesn't want this, he wants to be himself, to live! He has to live!

He tears himself free, rejecting connection to the collective. He grafted himself a form out of the vines. Durza couldn't see what he had created for himself, but he was lucky, for the mass was vaguely bipedal but mostly a constantly shifting creation. He used this body to begin a search for his true body, stumbling drunkenly along in the hunt.

He finds a face, being consumed by the vines. This face, was it his? No it was not. It was the one who had brought him to these doors. He had seen this one before, in the dreams. But they must have been memories as he hadn't created this body. It had saved him, this one. He chose to grant it freedom.

Durza waved his 'hand', the vines cleared. As the vines pulled back he reached out to lift the being in to his 'arms'. The vines cradled against the fur of the beast's body. Soft, warm coat, Durza wondered if he himself had ever had fur, how could his rescuer have such a warm coat? That didn't matter any more, he should save this stranger, it had saved him.

He began to approach the entrance with his rescuer in his grasp but something is wrong. As he parts from Creation he can feel himself unravel. He was forgetting things, little things, he shouldn't have gone so far away. He must return to the Creation or he'd loose himself for good. He may just loose himself any way but he was determined to last as long as he could.

As he travels down the stairs, he feels less and less of a grip on the vine shape he'd crafted for himself. His shape was falling apart but he was going to get his rescuer to safety, he had to. He could see the exit now, but his body was too weak, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Durza left the furry shape at the exit and only waited until someone approached before returning to the second level and retreating to what was left of himself.