You had come in search of some great alchemist

And there I was.

Miserable.

Pitiful.

Dead.

You said I should come to Central.

Central.

The bustling city.

Home of the military.

So far from this quiet little sheep town.

You told me

You told me the military

Would be my ticket out.

Out of this – this Hell that I've wrought upon us

This Hell that I created.

That was when I made my choice.

To right my wrongs

And not wallow in despair.

You sparked this fire

And so the phoenix rose.