Steady, hollow sounds. Big places. Sleepless nights. A secret life.
Those are the rules I abide by. They are the rules of my life.
I cannot swim and I cannot love. I cannot touch and I cannot feel.
After so many years of this, you become used to it. But it helps since I am no all that alone.
I have met people who live like me and still see ways to convince themselves that they are good enough for this world. But, then again, I am not like most of them.
I do not live on false dreams and I do not live because somebody stands by me.
I live because I can swing my arm and do as much damage as the next guy.
In a way, I am perfect.
I don't have to eat. I don't have to eat. I can feel human because I want to, but I don't have to worry about how I feel when I kill, because-... Well...
I can't feel.
Most humans would be seen as 'insane' or 'crazy', or perhaps even 'evil'.
Not me. I don't have to worry when it comes to that sort of thing.
I can kill somebody in an instant and keep walking down the street as if I had only squashed a spider.
Humans are just that... That...
Easy.
When you're like me, you can see the real difference between dark and light. You can even use such knowledge to your advantage.
But, then again, you humans would call me a 'monster'.
As long as I feel the way I want to, whenever I want to, I'll be just like you.
Greedy, self-centered monsters.
But, if I had to ask one thing, I'd probably ask something along the lines of this:
Would you see that I am more than a killer? Would you realize that, for me, blood isn't just a thing? Would you see that blood is the thing that binds us both to this world?
Would you take me as I am now?
But, then again, I am Berry the Chopper. Nobody wants me by their side.