My cell is pitch black, the only light coming from the partly opened door.
Carelessly it spills over the carpet, which is spattered with dried blood.
Blood, life, light. What is life? Who decided the difference between good
and evil? Light and dark? Life and death? Was it all God? Or did mankind
work it out by themselves? Crawford would be surprised at these musings of
mine. All of them think I'm just crazy. Just a psychotic idiot bent on
hurting and destroying God. Even Schuldich, and he listens to my thought
when he's bored. Which happens a lot. He's not as smart as he thinks he is
though. He only listens to my surface thoughts, never bothering to dig
deeper. Never bothering to find out who I really am. Nagi? I doubt he ven
cares. For a young kid he's given up on life pretty early. Oh well, that
hurts God.
"Farfie? It's time to go." The young, dark haired child peered in
curiously at his silver haired team mate. Probably wondering what I'm
thinking. Farfie eyed the younger boy with disinterest. Getting to his feet
he grabbed the blade that had been laying next to him. It glittered
dangerously in the light from outside his cell.
More killing. More blood.
Time to leave my thoughts behind..finally.