Who are you really?
You say you are the one that can help us.
The one that can banish the monsters.
You say you are the one that understands them.
But you never explain how you do.
You say you're not a threat.
But we know nothing about you.
You say you can go anywhere.
Yet you return again to stay.
You say you are the same man.
But I can tell you're different.
You say that no matter what face you wear you'll always help us.
But out of all the times you try to leave, not once do you return voluntarily.
You say you don't love her.
But I can see how much you care.
You say you don't miss her.
But I can hear you crying.
You say you can adapt.
But I rarely think you do.
You say nothing of your other worlds.
But when I stumble upon them I'm not surprised. I'm not that naive.
You say you don't understand the reason behind why the invader that shares your race does what he does.
But I think you understand more than you ever wanted to.
You think I don't understand why you never kill the Master.
But I do.