Disclaimer: Champions is not mine.
My Sweet Child
I didn't expect to care for her.
She's just a mad woman, a mortal cur!
So why do I find myself watching her sleep?
Why this pain? What makes my heart weep?
She means nothing to me! Nothing at all!
I would not care, were she to fall!
She's just a toy, a useful tool.
...Even saying that, I feel a fool.
For looking at her, there can be no doubt.
Her, I cannot get home without.
In my best interests, I made myself care.
And while I'm loathe to admit, she has touched my heart in ways none would dare.
Oh how I wish myself detached to be...
If only I were home! If only I were free!
I have never met someone so free, so wild...
My dear Lana... My sweet child.
[Found written on one of the crates in the upper part of Sherrerra's]