Aztec Goddess: Wow, turns out my timing wasn't as off as I thought. Adult Swim took a long time to get this far in the series, which is why I had to wait a while to post this because I didn't want to risk spoiling anyone. And keep in mind I really do love Zolfy, but hey, a happy ending is impossible for him.

Incubus

And so after a long boring argument between Flame and Archer about whether or not I should be dismissed, jailed, executed, or whatnot, they agreed that the Fuhrer should decide. Archer says he will send me to him shortly, so Flame leaves. My mind had been somewhere else in the meantime. I wonder when I could see that blue thing again . . . Al, I believe. A pun to aluminum? Cute. I wonder what kind of bomb he will make . . .

"Why'd you leave your room?" Archer asks me.

I have no good excuse of course, so I tell him, "I wanted to see Al. We're good friends."

"You tried to destroy him." That bastard sees right through me! Oh well, it was obvious. "Listen; don't get involved with the Elrics. They're too ambitious – it'll just be inconvenient."

"Who's the other one?"

"You met him at Southern HQ –"

"Oh, the short blondie! I remember . . ." Greed wanted to see him and I threw a rock at him. And all this time I was led to believe my memory sucks. "He doesn't look like much."

"He's the youngest ever to become a State Alchemist so there must be much more to him."

"Oh, good for him. So where's the Fuhrer?"

Archer tells me to go to Tucker's little lab. The Fuhrer comes along and basically tells me to attack Lior. I refrain from leaping for joy, mainly because the wounds I got from my own explosion earlier are still bothering me. Anyway, now I must recruit an army of chimeras – decent ones, unlike humanoids such as Marta. These chimeras are kept in cages and they look adorable, unlike the others I had to deal with.

"So, which ones are the good ones?" I ask Tucker as I browse through the cages, knocking on the bars, waking the chimeras up. They snarl and curse at me. Wow, they can talk. So can I.

Tucker calms them down by whistling, then he replies in his odd whisper, "They're all good enough. The question is how many do you need?" I do not reply right away since I do not know the answer, so he goes to a backroom to tend to his almost-daughter thing when he really should be working on that one red-stone-alchemist-watch thing. I forget. Anyway, I am left, seemingly alone, to poke at the chimeras and choose favorites.

I crouch down and take a good look at a really angry one trying to bite its way out of the cage. It almost looks like a dog with slick scales going down its back. "I suppose it doesn't matter if you're useless or not," I muse as I swiftly move a hand close to its face. It snaps at me too late. "I can always make fireworks out of you. It's not like it matters."

"Starfish, Zolfy," a voice behind me replies. . . Damn, how the hell did she find me this time?

"Go to hell, Kelly," I mumble, not even bothering to turn around.

"I'd have to be able to die first," she smugly retorts. She crouches down next to me. "That'd be nice, though. Then I won't be stuck with an asshole like you."

I stare lazily at her. "No one said you have to be stuck with me. In fact, I'm sure we'd both be much happier if you leave me alone."

She rests her chin on her hand. "Listen, if I was able to choose who to be with, I wouldn't have chosen you."

I stand back up and go over to a cage on the other side of the room. "You're talking crap again."

I hear her sniffle. "I'm being serious . . . I can't leave – I really do try, but I can't!"

"Just shut up already. You're making yourself sound even more retarded."

She is flat-out crying now. "You see why I hate you so much? You can't figure anything out! I miss the other Zolfy –the cute little one; the one who never did anything wrong; the one everyone actually liked. Why'd you have to change?"

I glance over at her with an odd expression on my face. "Do you even hear yourself speak?"

"No one should change . . ." she continues, then laughs softly to herself. "I'm starting to sound like your mom now."

I have ignored this oddity for too long. I walk over to her and pull her hair so she can look at me right in the face. She does not even flinch. "Listen, you freak. You're going to tell me right know how you know so much crap about me and my parents."

"How many more times can I explain it?" Her voice and expression show calmness now. "I know as much as you do. And if you don't know why, I don't know either. I really do wish to know myself, to know more about you, to know what happened to you, but-"

"Enough of that! I want the truth!"

"The truth only goes as far as you can remember . . ."

Tucker comes back, carrying his almost-daughter in one of his beastlike arms. "What are you doing, Crimson Alchemist?"

I let go of Kelly. "Oh, nothing too important," I answer.

Tucker stares at me for an unreasonable amount of time then slowly begins to walk around the room, checking on his chimera. "Who were talking to earlier?" He suddenly asks. What a stupid question.

"The chimera," I reply sarcastically. I point at Kelly, who looks awfully terrified at Tucker, clasping both hands around her mouth and starts shaking. "Her, of course."

Tucker looks right at Kelly, then at the chimera beside her in the cage. "It's not much when it comes to conversing." He was referring to the chimera.

"Yeah, I know that. But to answer your question, I was talking to her, who shouldn't even be here." I stare at Kelly, who had fallen on her ass and had backed far away from Tucker. And she is crying again, giving me a helpless look.

Tucker glances at his almost-daughter. " . . . No one else is here."

"He can't see me, Zolfy!" Kelly cries as she crawls her way behind me and clings to one of my legs. "Make it stop! Make him go away!"

"Quit it," I hiss at her and try to move away. But she yanks on my leg, so I fall over.

"Are you feeling . . . stable?" Tucker asks me. He stares at me as if I had made myself fall over or something. He glances around the room, looking right past Kelly, looking for something unknown. "No one else is here," he repeats.

Kelly shrieks and covers her ears with her hands. "Stop it! Stop hurting me! Stop pretending I'm not even alive!" Tucker pays absolutely no mind to her. I get this weird feeling in my gut. Something is definitely wrong with this scenario.

". . . What do you mean no one else is here?" I slowly ask as I stand back up, my eyes not leaving Kelly. She covers her face and starts shaking her head disapprovingly.

Tucker scratches his head – I mean chin. "Oh, I see. You're him." He shrugs and heads back over to where he was before. "That kid who became a State Alchemist . . ." I barely catch some of his last words as he goes out of sight: "fresh out of the . . ."

"Medical Arts Building," Kelly finishes his sentence in a hoarse whisper similar to his own. She wipes her tears as she rocks herself gently. "Looks like you're crazier than we remember."

It hits me. That stupid little spider. She poked at it over and over again, but somehow never killed it. And when she argued against Basque at Ishbal. Basque completely ignored her and headed out the tent with his share of red water. And what did she say after that? It's okay; I'm used to being ignored! And back in prison. I think she slipped into my cell without anyone noticing. And if that was not odd enough . . . as if it were nothing at all, she stood up, opened the seemingly locked door, and left. She always does that. It seems as though the laws of locked doors do not apply to Kelly. She always manages to find me, too.

I rub my forehead with one of my palms. My head is throbbing for some reason. "No, this isn't right." I can feel Kelly's gaze. I turn to her, and I can see it, too. Her expression is blank and her tears are gone.

". . . Did I make you mad?" She asked this once before, but she emphasized mad this time. The meaning has changed.

"You're not even real, are you?" I ask; feeling dizzy for some reason.

Her gaze falls to the floor. "I guess not." Then her face twists in anger as she looks back at me. "But I'm real enough to you and that's good enough for me!" She springs up from the floor. "And now that you've figured this much out, I'm expecting the rest!"

"What's the rest?"

"I want to know your past; what made you change, your problems with your parents, when I first appeared and everything in between." She extends an arm, shoves me back, and I know this was not real, but I felt her hand hard against my chest anyway. "It's funny how much power something like me has, no? And you know why? 'Cause it's all in your mind. No one can help you!"

I have to try something; I need to prove myself wrong. I grab the nearest object – a flask atop one of the cages – and fling it at her. It explodes on time, but she does not flinch. Not a scratch on her. She smiles at me, quite amused. "You need more proof?" she asks. Without even waiting for an answer, she pulls out her gun, points it to the side of her head, and shoots herself several times. I hear the gunshots. I can see blood shooting from the other side; I can see it running down her face, from her nose, her smiling lips. "And this doesn't even hurt," she says and she drops her gun to the floor. It disappears.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I try not to yell, knowing Tucker is in the other room. But I did. Kelly laughs at me.

Tucker comes back and ignoring what I blurted out, he says, "The Fuhrer is expecting your leave now. Have you chosen which chimeras you want?" He hands me a ring with a red water stone on it. Aw, I would have loved this gift if it had the power to help me now.

I take the ring and try to focus on it to not to look or even think about Kelly. But she is standing right next to me, glaring at Tucker, blood still trickling from her mouth. "Doesn't matter – you decide," I answer Tucker.

Lior is not going to be as great as I thought it would be. I try to ignore Kelly, but she has not left my side since leaving Tucker's lab. She sits beside me in the back of a military vehicle with the chimeras. The bullet holes are gone, but blood still flows out from the side of her head. She smiles, looking mighty proud of herself. "You hate this much blood, don't you? Tell me why."

It's disgusting, I say in my mind. If Kelly is nothing but a damned figment of my mentality, then talking to her makes no sense whatsoever. But how did I miss this after so many years?

"Disgusting, you say?" she replies. Oh, this is simply wonderful. "What about blowing people up? Destroying their lives, their family's lives, their friends' lives? You don't find that disgusting?"

Not at all. It's a nice, clean kill. And it's more fun than anything.

"What if someone blows you up? You think that'll be fun?"

What are the odds of that? I don't have to worry about it.

Kelly giggles. "Yeah, it wouldn't matter anyway, right? You're just one person. A person who won't leave a single friend or family member behind. But that's cheating 'cause you don't have any!"

Neither do you.

"But I'm not even real. I don't feel anything; no true emotions either."

Go away.

Kelly runs her fingers through her bloody hair. "Only after I get what I want. So are you ready to tell me your life story?" She rubs the blood on her fingers together. "Start off with the basics. When you started going to those doctors, then go backwards from there."

. . . They always asked too many questions and expected too much from me, just like you. Kelly laughs. I couldn't figure out where they were trying to get to. Then they gave me all these meds, and my mom ended up taking them. I never felt anything wrong with me, so I didn't take any of them seriously.

"Symptoms of schizophrenia don't usually appear until the late teens," Kelly points out. Yeah, I already knew that.

I didn't believe them anyway. I thought the only reason I was there was so they could try to get me to stop practicing alchemy. And so I exploded some of them throughout my years there. There was nothing they could do because they had no proof. Eventually, I killed my parents for starting the whole ordeal.

"How did they start it?"

By being themselves. My mom was always a head case and she kept on getting worse. I guess my dad didn't want his fingerprints on that wreck, so he started being around less and less. I know, it's stupid, but that's how things went and I chose to ignore it. I started alchemy and-

"You're jumping too far ahead now. What made you so interested in alchemy?"

Everything! Transmutation - the power to create something amazing out of piles of crap –creating fireworks out of people! And it's so easy!

"You think you're a pile of crap?" She gives me a toothy smile.

You're taking it too literally. But yes, I believe that's what most people are.

"You didn't answer my question."

The vehicle comes to complete stop and I hear the driver say, "Alright, coast is clear." I sigh of relief – I thought I was never going to get out! The back door opens and I jump out, along with the chimeras who suddenly go from tranquil to rabid as they step onto the ground, itching for civilians to kill. No one is around. I place both hand on the vehicle and explode it, along with the driver, just for the hell of it.

Some of the chimeras start going their separate ways and unfortunately, Kelly sticks with me. She wipes some of the excessive blood from her mouth and comments, "That was awfully rude of you. You don't even stop to think about the people you've just hurt. What if that guy had a family waiting for him back home?"

And what if he didn't? Listen, I have to take a break from our meaningless conversation now. I have work to do here. I run my hands on a nearby building and destroy it. I hear screams; some fading due to death and others seem like they are getting farther. These people must already know they are under attack and trying to escape. Too bad for them the chimeras have scattered themselves. I march through a more populated area and destroy everything along my path . . . how unfulfilling. None of these people are even trying to fight back.

"Get it over with and remember already!" Kelly nags.

I see several civilians leaving their houses as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the chimeras and me. "Even those Ishbalan weaklings put up more of a fight, and that's not saying much!" I insult them as I blow up some more buildings along with them. In a matter of seconds, a nice big chunk of the city is destroyed. As I wait for the smoke to clear, I really do try to remember something.

I can't – it's too long ago. What else do you want me to say?

"What about that thing you never told the doctors?"

. . . You know what it is, so I don't have to say it.

"I wanna hear it from you!" Kelly starts to laugh. "Y'know, that thing is very, eh, intriguing, no? I'll start the sentence off for you: your parents wanted a daughter, so they . . .?" She shows her bloody palm at me, expecting me to finish for her.

They hated me over something I couldn't control. How much more retarded could they get?

"Well, it couldn't have been utter hate. You're still pretty like a girl! " So was that supposed to be a compliment all this time? "BUT, I was expecting a different answer."

The smoke has completely cleared. I ignore Kelly and I look around, trying to clear my mind, searching for any survivors. Nothing. "I've overestimated them. I thought surely they would have issued a counterattack after all that I've done. I guess I'll have to push harder."

The chimeras suddenly dash past me as Kelly continues from where she left off: "It was something rather iffy." She wipes more new blood from her face onto her sleeve. "And yet you still have long hair. I guess you'd get used to it after so many years."

I hear some shrill shrieks coming from the chimeras and see that they are being slaughtered by someone that should not be here. With a touch of his hand, the chimeras split open and nothing but their blood is left on the floor. "So it is you," the man says to me. "The Crimson Alchemist." Another person who thinks he knows me?

"Who the hell . . ." I start, then I notice the scar on his face and those red eyes, trademark of the Ishbalans. The one I left for dead, that perfect x-shaped scar; I shall call him Scar. "Ah, now I remember. That scar is definitely my handiwork."

But I also remember taking his arm . . . "You remember the most useless things!" Kelly whines.

Needless to say, Scar is not very happy to see me. He lunges himself at me and I attack too, but the stone on my ring breaks somehow and goes into that arm he must have grown back or something. Unless Ishbalans are more advanced that us when it comes to medicine – ha! Anyway, it looks like that little stone is inflicting more pain than when I exploded his arm off. Scar was not screaming that much last time. I feel insulted.

"That can't be his arm," Kelly muses. Yeah, it's all tattooed like the other Ishbalan I saw back then. . . . He must have absorbed the last stone like that then. Ohhh . . . Kelly growls angrily, "I don't care about your time in Ishbal! Focus on what needs to be remembered!"

I'm in a freakin' fight here! Get out of the way! Scar had regained composure already and he is back to trying to kill me. Kelly is helping out a lot by staying in my way. I crash into her stupid nonexistent body, but still manage to fall. "Hurry up and tell me before you die!" I'm not gonna die, you idiot! Scar comes at me and I clumsily flip myself over, so instead he blows up part of the ground with his hand.

This sucks. I'm too distracted. "Hurry!" Kelly wails. She looks seriously freaked out now. And blood is still pouring out from the side of her head as if it were an open faucet. I find myself running away from Scar. How stupid is this? "Look, how hard is it to remember? It's right in front of your face!"

What is? I don't know half of what happened – maybe a concussion will explain it. Yeah, I wouldn't doubt my dad beat the crap out of me – "When your mom ran away?" Sure. You happy now? "No, because that's just a guess." Hey, it's an educated one. I'm getting tired of this.

Amidst the confusion of more explosions coming from the both of us, I eventually find myself facing straight at Scar. "Do you really think it wise to be chasing me around like this when the military could jump in at any moment, Scar?" I ask.

Kelly mimics my voice and adds, "Do you really think the military would come here to help you if they did decide to jump in at any moment, Zolfy?" I do not even glance over at her this time.

Scar answers my question: "Oh, I think I'll chance it to avenge my brother, Kimblee." Weirdo.

"You're risking your own life for something as pointless as revenge?" I almost feel like laughing.

"And what is it that you're killing for?" he asks me as if there could possibly be a legitimate reason.

"Nothing." I thought that was all I needed to say, but poor stupid Scar is baffled now. Since I feel like he needs a lecture, I continue, "At the end of the day, a human being is not much more than the components used to create a common bomb. If you think about it, we're not that special. Not you, not me; we're all empty." I look right at him and smile. "We're all worthless."

"Nah, that doesn't apply to everyone," Kelly comments, still with my voice. "But to you, of course! You can't do anything right." Yeah, you're so hilarious. Get out of my mind already – you won't find what you want.

"I might be empty . . ." A familiar voice . . . Al? I look down and see huge transmutation circle. How the hell did that happen? And out of all the things you could have stepped on! I could not tell if that was Kelly talking or not. Before I know it, a big hand is transmuted out of the ground and grabs me. Creepy. Al continues his dramatic entrance by coming out of the ground and declaring: ". . . but not worthless!"

"Cut me some slack, Al. I'm just a State Alchemist trying to do his job – just like your brother!"

"You're just a murderer!" The blue trash can shrieks at me.

Kelly sits herself next to me, wringing her hair out so that imaginary blood splatters around the transmuted hand. "Now what?" she asks. "Am I just gonna explode the problem away? But that doesn't always work. Kelly's still here." I decide to not respond. "I'm trying my best to remember!" she says, sounding worried, but I am not looking at her anymore. "I need to before you kill us both." She could at least use a different voice. "You're trying too, right?" Actually, I am just focusing on a transmutation. "Stop it! Stop pretending I'm not even alive!" I felt something weird, hearing myself say that. You've never been alive, damn it! And no one needs to be.

I break apart the hand and immediately grab Al. All I know is that I should get rid of Scar before this thing so I fling it at him. Al stumbles over the Ishbalan and before he realizes it, I have my hand clutched on his own. It turns black and I start to laugh. "Well, how do you like that? Looks like I've managed to get rid of both of your arms, old boy!" Oh, what an accomplishment! No it's not. You shut up. I need to clear my head. I still have a few more things to say to Scar. "Do you smell that? Smells like defeat. Any minute now, your arm will begin to absorb the oxygen from the air. And then, kablooie!"

Kelly claps sarcastically. "How articulate . . . I guess I really can't do anything right." What are you – me now? I have not left my gaze off of Scar. "What else could I possibly be?"

And something unexpected happens. Scar grabs his blackened arm with his tattooed one and he starts ripping to shredding take tearing it off. Lightning? Fire? Why does this come to mind? "Why are you hesitating?" Kelly hisses. "You're so close!" I hate it. I can't stand it! All that blood pouring out so freely. Like when my mom cuts herself like when I first attempted alchemy like when – I find myself running in the opposite direction. "When what!" Kelly yells from behind. I don't know! Something else, something –

"AAAHHHHHH!" Am I the one screaming? "Javan." What the hell's going on? I feel a burst of intense pain coming from my back, right through my torso. "You can still pass as a girl!" Kelly, that bitch. "You – men are horrible!" That Ishbalan woman. "Starfish." That stupid story. The pain spreads until everything burns; my legs, my hands, my head. "I don't want to be your mom anymore." Mom? "Did he blame you for his marital problems?" No, wait, who's that? "Don't be so sure of yourself, you mental patient." Kelly? No, Javan!

I hit the ground.

This pain is so familiar . . . The taste of blood in my mouth; happening so fast, not being able to stop it; everything burning. "You mustn't call adults by their first name, Zolfy. Why are you so troublesome; you even made your mother leave." "I didn't do anything. You're the one always yelling at her." Yeah, I remember saying that to him. "You suck as a dad! . . . this isn't funny." What was he doing? It felt – "Really? Well, I think so." I remember it hurting. – like this. I didn't understand it back then. "What are you doing? Stop!" "Don't cry or it'll hurt more." "Stop it! Stop hurting me! Stop pretending I'm not even alive!" "You weren't supposed to be. Not like this. I wanted a daughter."

"You can forget it now." That was Kelly's usual voice. I open my eyes and see nothing but blood and dirt at first. I try to get up, but everything hurts too much so I can only turn my head to see her; still bloody and smiling happily. "You're so disgusting. You let all that happen to you." What the hell are you talking about? I was nine or ten – and I didn't know alchemy yet – you think I had a chance against my fuckin' dad? "You let it happen." What choice did I have? Kelly starts to laugh. "Yes, I remember those times clearly now. I was there, in a sense. It went on and on, threat after threat, day after day. I was the one who told you to forget all this – who'd want to remember? – so you accepted it by blocking it all out. And then you really did forget – that was easy due to your illness. It was like that time period didn't exist, but I'm sure both your parents knew the truth. Why else would your mom not accept you when she came back? Heh, and that's how much you're worth to them!" Why the hell would he even think of doing that? She grins evilly at me. "You're still pretty."

If I had anything in me to vomit, I would have. I push myself up; feeling like my arms could break from the weight. What did happen? Not in the past – just now. How did I end up on the floor with my blood and guts spilling out?. . . Scar. You asshole. You couldn't even kill me. "Don't even bother getting up," Kelly nags me. "You dying will be one less piece of crap on this world." . . . I still don't understand. I slowly turn myself around, still unable to stand up. Kelly narrows her eyes at me. "What?" Why everyone seems to hate me – but I don't want your opinion – I don't care! I'm gonna die here anyway, but before I do . . .

I can see Al in my reach now. I can see one of those stupid watches attached to him. "What the hell is keeping you from dying already?" Kelly hisses. "Give it up – no one wants you here!" That's my motivation. Why should other people get what they want? What did I ever get? "You parents wanted you to have nothing so that should be good enough for you." What kind of fucked up logic is that? I crawl over to Al, grab its leg with one hand and the watch in the other. If Tucker has done his work, some stones should be there. I have no hope in beating Scar myself now, so I fling the watch at him.

Scar stupidly holds out his arm, maybe thinking he should destroy the watch, but it explodes on him and the stones stick to his arm and bury themselves in him. He screams again and I can only assume it hurts much more than it looks. The trash can says something and I tell it, "Really, Al. You didn't expect me to play without a loaded deck, did you?"

"What does it matter?" Kelly says. "Look, I see no militants coming yet. I wouldn't be surprised if they expected you to fail like this." Look, if you shut up now, I'll die a happy man. I rub my face on the trash can's leg, so cold and numbing, not unlike the rest of my body. "You're lying. You don't even know what it's like to be happy. I've never seen you smile once when you're not out of your mind. All this time –"

I do my best to block out her ranting as I continue my own: "It's gonna be so magnificent, Al." You can't ignore me! "I can feel your makeup. You'll make such a great bomb." I'll get to you! "Farewell, my friend." I finish the transmutation of Al's body, and even through its screams, I still hear Kelly loud and clear.

"Who do you blame for all this?" she asks. "Yourself, right?" Of course not! "Well, this couldn't possibly be my fault – I'm not even real!" How could I be blamed for this? Did I ask for my mother's illness? Did I ask to be fucked – and by my own dad? Did I ask to even be born into that so-called family? "What's the answer?" NO! It's no! You can't blame everything I do on me! . . . It was him!

"You bastard!" I almost thought I said that, but it Scar did and he meant me. Ah, yes, this is about Al. I suppose he wants to know what he can do. Nothing, of course. I can't even hear myself speak. That's because you're so weak and pathetic. Kelly's presence is gone. Oh, great, I'm just arguing against myself now. You always were. I hack up blood until nothing else comes out. I thought you wanted to destroy Al. Why take so long? I want that thing to suffer, too. No reason; mine wasn't valid either. Why do things always turn out so badly for me?

And my thoughts go on . . . my childhood; Medical; the military; Ishbal; prison; . . . getting weaker . . . Greed got things easy; back in the military; Lior; now. They're going to leave me here alone . . . until . . . I always was.

. . . nothing . . .

. . . Extras . . .

Chapter One: I redid this chapter at least three times because it felt too slow to me. There's almost no action here and surprisingly not even guns. Guns ended up being a huge motif in this fic, along with rape – which is a little implied here. The character "Aduya" is not important, but her name is . . .

Chapter Two: Damn, I gave Zolfy really crappy parents. Another irrelevant character "Todome" is mentioned here. You see, I put Spanish in all my fics because that's just how I am and I needed those letters in that name for a little hidden message . . .

Chapter Three: The starfish dream is a true story I got from my teacher. However, in real life, he helped the other guy put starfish back in the water whereas Zolfy just grabbed one and cussed at it. And now about Kelly: she first mentions her alchemist name "Esuna" before her full name "Tiramen." Along with the two other names, and if you rearrange some letters, you get "Ayúdame, todo es una mentira." That's Spanish for, "Help me, everything is a lie." I wasn't expecting anyone to get that 'cause then you might have figured Kelly es una mentira. So this was just here for the sake of having Spanish.

Chapter Four: Remember what Kelly said about the military? I got that from "The Rape of Nanking." It's a book on what the Japanese did to the Chinese during World War II. There's so much more bad shit there that I didn't even mention. I don't really recommend this book unless you think you're old enough.

Chapter Five: The anime never mentions how Greed and the others got Devil's Nest, so I just figured they raided it. And that thing Kelly did with Zolfy's eyelash . . .yeah, people actually do that. I'm not sure who was the first at my school, so I don't know who to give credit to.

Chapter Six: This chapter makes me wish I've been watching the English episodes because I bet I let out some pretty important things, but oh well! There are too many English actors I don't like listening to.

Chapter Seven: Wow, I can only hope this wasn't too confusing. My poor Zolfy . . . I was really thinking of coming up with another conclusion, but I felt this was the one that fit best. And if you've actually read this far, why not review? How else am I supposed to know what you think of all this?