I don't own Battle Force 5, which belongs to Mattel and Nerd Corps Entertainment.
Drown in your vices, your weaknesses, your wrath. In blackness so cold, it freezes you in a flash...
All this I have to keep in.
Worry. Doubt. Confusion. No one would want to see a leader unfit to lead if I waver in confidence. I've got a reputation to keep.
Control?
Everything needed to be in order. It's the only way to keep things going, keep a team glued together. Things came apart at the seams, and I'll be the next to fall soon. So, I'll go down with the ship.
They say laughter is the best medicine.
But when people laugh at you instead of with you, it's time to draw a line in the sand. No one will laugh at me anymore, I swear it.
If there's one thing people desire, it's to be smart, strong, and responsible.
But to the others, I'm a laughing stock, an outcast, because of this. I'll teach them a thing or two about that.
Peasants, all of them.
They don't see that I'm the best that anyone will ever have! Because no one else saw me the way I was.
I am not a kid!
You think because I'm the youngest member of the team means I'm weak? Bring it! I'll show you not to call me that.
My intelligence is certainly at Nobel potential.
But the fools, the ones with lower IQs, cannot see that. Not yet. I will not rest until they are certain of this fact.
Everything I did, I did just to be happy.
Now, I know things aren't always innocent as they say they are. Just gotta live and learn. Like I always do.
The fist is made up of five fingers...
But the team I have put my trust in now show such hatred for one another, they have abandoned the cause. How can I win the battles ahead of me when I am alone...again?