What's the point? Why bother with any of this?
Because I decided to, that's reason enough. Besides, meaning isn't always handed to us; we build it with every choice we make.
Their gratitude means nothing.
I never asked for it in the first place.
They'll only betray you anyway.
Maybe. Maybe not. I just have to be careful who to trust.
You're alone. Always have been.
Then why do I still remember my mother's voice telling stories to help me sleep? Why does the memory of my father's hand on my shoulder still warm this phantom body?
This power is wasted on kindness.
No. It's wasted when it's not used for something that matters.
Take what you want. Crush those who defy you.
That's what the 'monsters' do. And I've seen what they become. I won't follow their footsteps into ruin.
Justice is a lie. Mercy is weakness.
Mercy is what separates us from beasts. It's not weakness, it's a restraint. The weakness would be giving in to you.
No one truly cares.
