If you would listen,
I would tell you about...
Happiness. You always felt alive while you were playing with Dragos and eating omelettes.
Panic. This was the first time you had been stuck in a burning forest and you hated it.
Terror. You heard your mother's scream as you and your brother plunged into the river.
Grief. Your brother wouldn't stop crying at your mother's grave.
Determination. You swore to avenge your mother, no matter what happened.
Fear. You saw the Mecha Drago bearing down on top of you.
Identity. Who were you? The Commander of the Pigmask Army? ...Ah.
Authority. Whatever you said, went.
Competition. When you were sent on a mission to pull the Seven Needles, you couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction every time one was pulled.
Confusion. Whose voice was it that kept speaking to you?
Realization. You remembered why you were fighting. You remember who you were fighting. You remembered yourself.
Guilt. Everything you had done weighed down upon you.
Pain. You braced yourself for the final strike of lightning that was sure to come.
Regret. You wished you hadn't been so hasty.
Peace. You decided that maybe you didn't want to be so alive anymore.