Who are you really?
I was sent to you to help.
To make sure you didn't stray off their intended path.
Didn't do anything other than be the puppet on their strings.
I thought it was a relatively unimportant assignment.
Until I met you that is.
I have no idea what possessed me to stay after we had completed what they asked of us.
You didn't seem surprised though.
I have a feeling you have had many companions.
Many more than I was briefed on.
I ask about them.
I can't help it.
You remain tight lipped.
You really are terrified of letting something out about yourself, aren't you?
So again, who are you really?
What are you really?
A grandfather?
Or someone who abandons people when you are scared you will lose them if you don't let them go first?
A kidnapper?
Or someone who desperately needs companionship?
A self-sacrificing hero?
Or a monster for letting us do that to your friends?
An exile, who deserves to be banished?
Or someone who enjoyed their exile far too much?
Someone who lets their blood rule their head?
Or someone who lets those he loves go because they'll be happier that way?
A man who will let everything go just for the thrill of facing his fear?
Or someone who values friendship above all else?
A murderer?
Or someone who will disregard the laws of time to bring back those close to you?
An alien who understands the sufferings of the universe?
Or someone who can never really understand, because, when you look into the eyes of those who have lost everything, you haven't?
A rash and unthinking individual?
Or a man who simply wants to be accepted for who he is?
A man of his word?
Or someone who will leave a loved one behind and never come back for them?
And I wonder, when my time comes to leave you.
Will you let me go?
And will you come back for me?