Alright. I don't- won't burn with hatred and anger, I just have to search within myself to find the restraining calm. You know? That calm you never taught me to use?
I don't- won't push, pull, and kick against the people who patronize me, I just need to take a deep breath of proverbial fresh air and see that they are only showing that they care for me. They don't care for me, though. They only care for what they see, not what they know.
Does that make you understand? The fire that burns in me is not going to be blown out. I don't- I will not- walk toward the light anymore. I prefer the dark. It's more intimate. Unlike your great light. Like that now? That's what you're looking for! You say, "Oh, what a tragedy," when inwardly you revel in the mayhem and despair that happens in the lives of others. They deserve it. You indulge in it. They hate you for it. But it doesn't matter, does it? The insignificant disasters are nothing compared to the awesome champions such as yourself, isn't that right? Now you're finally quiet. This shocks you, doesn't it? You've never thought of it like this before because according to you, none of it is like that at all. There's nothing to be thought about. According to you, the eternally correct, the true power of things are all for the Greater Good.
Well, you don't have to be put under a spell to be tortured. You send away their family and friends- my family and friends. And for what? You send them on missions, missions that only you know the benefits of. What are they for, old man? Why ever would you need to send someone to the edge of a cliff, a thousand miles away from any type of civilization? How does that help the war? How are you saving the lives of others when everyone is dying because of you, for you? Never mind evil forces. Never mind Dark Creatures. It's your fault, all of it. And I can never forgive you for that.