My eyes... somehow, they hurt.
They hurt.
Salt. Tears. Pain. It hurts. It stings. It burns. It hurts.
I want to wipe them away. The tears. But I can't. My hands are bound. I'm chained. I can't move. My body is stiff. Cold. It won't move.
You're looking at me. Your cold eyes, staring at me, boring into my head. Reading my thoughts. No. Not reading. Knowing. You know me. You are me.
You don't like me. Why don't you like me? Your ideals. They're not mine. Which of us is lying to ourselves? Which of us is wrong? I am the reflection of your soul. Yet I disgust you. Vicious. Evil. We are the same.
But you don't like me. You won't let me move. You wown't let me unfold. Is it a wonder that I hate you so?