ME: Ah, a brief look into the mind of a psychopath...written in the throes of extreme depression, so be warned. Quite short and choppy.

DISCLAIMER: NO, I DON'T OWN GOLDEN SUN. AND I NO LONGER HAVE AN ORIGINAL DISCLAIMER TO TELL YOU SO. REALLY, I DON'T...

ME: Okay then. Let's go.

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We have nothing but ourselves.

In this world it is survive or die. Rely on no one.

I don't understand why you will not accept this.

Hatred is a poison.

It courses through my veins.

I hate...

I hate everything.

And it will all burn.

Nobody will be spared. The Fire clan take no prisoners.

But I don't want this

I am not as power-hungry as you think.

I hunger only for death.

And I want to take it all with me.

I will destroy you.

I will destroy you all.

Hatred is a poison.

And I am infected.

I will destroy you all.

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ME: See? Very dark and...odd, I think. But I got the idea when I was re- playing Golden Sun for like the 900th time. It seemed to me that when Saturos fought, he didn't care if he lived or died, living only for his kill and a sense of power.

So...

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