What does the world look like? It is muted. I cannot see clearly, and I never have. It must be beautiful, but I cannot see it because I am different. I am forcefully placed behind a mask and told how to act and how to speak, what to feel. What does the world hold beyond my face, I cannot see it. The waters are grey and the sky is dull. What color is the world, I wonder. I want so badly to grab the world with both arms and old its soul to my breast. I cannot do that, the Wizards have not told me that I can. I have taken care of one of my own for them, sacrificed my life, and all they reward me with is more orders. I want to take my mask off, to let it fall to the ground and shatter at their feet. I want just once to see the world in the wonderful colors people describe to me. I want so much, yet I stay fortified in my shell, and obedient when I could be riotous. I want only one time to see true beauty, and yet I cannot see beyond my own walls.

"Gingetsu, you can break free." And they were right. The world was beautiful.