I love you. I've shown that through so many acts of selflessness: biting my tongue when you cooked dinner that night so I wouldn't tell you how disgusting it tasted, kissing every single injury and its pain away until you were old enough to just suck it up and take it on yourself, and of course, the *in*famous carving of my identity to show you that not only do I belong to this family, but I belong to you. What does that mean, my master for eternity? Well, simply put, it means that I love you so much, that I finally found it in my heart to say that I am in love with you. Basically, I love you so much that if I wasn't so self-conscious about my body to the point of wearing baggy clothes in Egypt, I would give it to you (only if you give consent, of course). But you don't love me back. Instead, you chose to follow your heart that led you to loving that worthless garbage made from only hate and grief, also known as your pathetic dark half.

Now, before I cut to the chase, let me tell you this: after some crying and deep thinking, I finally accepted many things out of my control. I have accepted the fact that you love some entity of loathe that killed your father instead of the man that served you without question and loved you unconditionally for his entire life; I have accepted the fact that that entity is better looking than I am, so there's one reason why you fell for it; I accepted the fact that this evilness also have some charisma and liveliness that draws attention to it, while I remain quiet and in a corner, expecting nothing more than commands as a way of communication from someone; most of all, I ACCEPTED THE FACT THAT YOU ARE STUPID!

Yes, my dear Master Marik, I might not have the pretty boy looks and seductive allure of a snake, but I am still handsome, physically robust, intelligent, kind to a fault, generous, and have the charm of a puppy: hopeful, loving, and as long as I am lovable, I am still looking for someone to show me the love I know I deserve. With that said, I'm gonna leave now. Don't worry, though: unlike that shitbag, I am a man of my word, and will continue to care for you and Miss Isis, but this time, I am not going to take anymore heartache as you pull another person into your bedroom, or make fun of the fact that I ruined my potentially handsome face for nothing. In fact, while I'm out, I might as well do some changes, maybe like having this scar removed somehow so people could stop carelessly judging me without knowing the side I know they'll love, or maybe go out with that guy who I've met in the café who asked me out, just to see if I am rightfully tooting my own horn.

So long, Master Marik, and wish me luck.