Every time I appear my hatred grows. They can't kill me, can't save me from this awful fate and I hate them for it. Every time I kill them all, leaving only destruction in my wake and still my hatred grows. No matter how many I kill, or how much I destroy I can't escape my hatred and I can't help but to ask myself:

Why are they so weak?

Why can they not understand me?

Why can't they see we're the same?

Why can't they realise I don't want to hate?

Why can no one save me?

Then she came.

I was destroying as my hatred continued to grow, and someone was trying to stop me, but like all that came before her, no matter how many bombs, missiles or attacks she launched at me I could not stop. So I tried to destroy her, who like so many others couldn't fulfil my wish, couldn't give me back my hope, but then her friend came and for some reason she was different. She wished to save me, she wished to protect my hope, she said "You don't have to hate anyone anymore. You don't have to curse anyone" and held her arms out, as if to say it's alright, that she was there to save and comfort me, that she didn't want to destroy me, she only wanted to help and for the first time in centuries, I couldn't bring myself to feel any kind of resentment or hatred.

This girl was ending my miserable existence; she was saving me from the destruction, from the hatred, from myself. She understood me and everyone else like me and she gave her soul, her life, her everything so we could stop hating and cursing our own existences, because she had looked right through my resentment and hate, she had seen who I really was and had realised my final wish, she had realised what no one else had, she realised that for the longest time, I had wanted to be destroyed, to stop bringing despair the world I had only wanted to protect, to bring hope like I once did.

She had realised I never felt happiness because of the destruction I caused, only sorrow. She realised I had never been laughing as everyone else thought. She realised I had always been crying, and her wish; her realisations of my true nature had erased the hatred and allowed me to hope once more, to hope for salvation, another chance at life, to no longer regret my prayers, that I could be human once more, because I had realised that this girl had become our hope, she would protect me and treasure me as like no one else had done before. So I continued to cry, I cried even as my body was disintergrating, even when I was nothing more than a turning cog, I cried for her lost future and friends, I cried for my new hopes, but most of all

I cried because she wasn't weak

I cried because she understood me

I cried because she knew we were the same

I cried because she knew I didn't want to hate

I cried because she had saved me