Fandom: Final Fantasy VI (Squaresoft/Square-Enix)
Character: Kefka Palazzo
Word: Death
I do not know exactly where this hatred came from, this repulsion, this rivalry, the need to overcome a competition that nobody has demanded.
It is also ridiculous to want to beat an already dead opponent. That already makes you the winner. And yet nothing has been enough to stop it.
It was his death that gave me life.
The right thing to do would be to feel grateful, appreciate the person who he was, admire the actions that led him to it but I refuse just as I refuse to live at the expense of a shadow.
He left, he was lost in the immensity, among the souls that were forced to live in his body but I managed to come, I am here.
What I do know is that every time I detest more and more his memory, his mere mention is enough to twitch me.
I'm not him, he's dead.
Of course I do not manifest these words aloud. Once labeled as insane, any action or word loses its relevance. Anyway, there's not much I can prove my words with. What I possess has been his, the people I know is because they already knew him… I should even use his name without one of my own!
Fortunately, there is something that is mine and only mine. Her care was placed in my charge and not his, circumstances made it so.
It must have been due that fact that I definitely looked for other ways of doing to other people understand and see that I was not him although it is reasonable that people very attached to him still look for him in me.
Here another good reason why I need to be seen. If it were not for him, would I have been so likable? Hmm?