95. Vain

It's hard to be vain when you're looking at somebody else in the mirror.

It's hard to be vain when you can trace your scars with your eyes from twenty paces away.

It's hard to be vain when your true nature leaks out of your every pore, poisoning the eyes of even those who might have, if you had a soul, found you beautiful.

It's hard to be vain when the only woman you ever loved is long gone, past the Gate, and when you tried to drag her back she spat in your face.

It's hard to be vain when you can see the blood staining into your skin.

It's hard to be vain when you can feel them stare at your missing parts, at your replacements, instead of anything that makes you, you.

It's hard to be vain when you were made to be someone you're not, and in the end you weren't even good enough for that.

It's hard to be vain when you know, you know that you don't deserve it.

But in the end, you manage it anyway. You find somebody else...someone else with the same pain, someone else to be vain for you.

It's not perfect.

But it's good enough.

Just like everything else.