Disclaimer: "I love books,
"You love them too,
"So that's why I wrote this fanfic for you,
"With a key and a board and a lap and a top,
"I don't own it, but I rock!"
I don't think I've used this one here before.
Yes, I'll admit it. I pushed my nephew out of a window. I was filled with envy and jealousy and I pushed him out of a window.
Has anyone ever heard the phrase, "A man's character is not decided by what he does when he is being watch, but by what he does when he is alone"? I have and I believe in it. But I also believe that I wasn't alone when I committed my crime; Janus and my nephew were both witnesses.
But anytime when the only company I have is myself, I cry. I show remorse and guilt for what I did. I am not the coldblooded killer that my mark brands me as. I am simply human; a human who made a terrible mistake and will carry that to the the grave.
So do not think for one moment that I am so one-sided as to be an evil man. I am quite obviously a jealous man, but I am also compassionate. I believe this mark has punished me enough; the constant calls of "killer" seem rather superfluous.
I personally don't think of Daedalus as a coldblooded killer, but some people are bound to. I mean the dude killed his son!
I have no reviews tho thank for since this is the second chapter of the day.