-With Your Back to the Sun-
You always seem cheerful. You seem too bright. You seem…fake.
The way you grin, it's fake. The way you scream in frustration, it's fake. The way you profess your undying love to Sakura, that's fake too. All your "trademarks" are fake.
You're a sucky actor, yet no one can see that you're acting. They think that that's they way you are: stupid, loud, and obnoxious. But you're not.
When you're serious, it's real. When you let that fox loose, it's real. When you sob your silent tears, that's real too.
Everyone is scared when you're that way. They think you're not yourself. But I know the truth.
You aren't they happy-go-lucky asswipe you pretend to be.
But you're not the strong, dark person you think you are, either.
You're just lost.
Lost and alone among so many people. Visible yet invisible among the crowds.
You stand alone, with your back to the sun. Where the sunlight hits you, that is your make-believe. Where your shadow falls away from you, that is who you think you are.
But what about the body smashed between those two extremes? What is it?
It is a medium.
All you are is a medium, dobe. A medium for that fox's extremes. You are not bright; you are not dim. What you are has not personality. What you are will diminish with time.
What you are, my friend, is blank.