Annex II:
God
Clow
It's all very simple, really.
I wanted to be God.
My childhood was not easy. How could it have been? I hated my father and my mother for having me. For not sticking with their own kind. And I hated my mother's family because they looked down on me because my father was English. Half-breed, mongrel, all the names you can think of were hurled on me. They treated my mother like dirt for not simply marrying outside of the Li family, but worse, marrying outside of her kind. They treated me like the lowest of the low, something to be stepped on and ashamed of; nothing but contempt for the moment of my birth.
And then they discovered how powerful I was.
Then I could be tolerated.
Oh, but never accepted. Even though I was more powerful than all of the Lis put together, there was still--still--that contempt. Still...even though you are more powerful, you are inferior, because you are not a Li. You are a perversion of a Li. You will never belong. Your father is a ghost, your mother a whore, and you, lower than dirt, are beneath our contempt.
I didn't need them. I didn't need them or their contempt. I was more powerful. They were nothing. They were the ones beneath contempt. They were the ones who were inferior. I was more powerful than all of them, and I would prove this to all of them; the name "Clow Read" will never be forgotten by the Li family, no matter how much they wish now that they could wipe me and my existence out.
I am Clow Read--mongrel, half-breed, blight on the Li name--but I will be the one whose name lives on forever.