"Why can't you tell me? Why can't you give me your answer?" Erza asked me. I had been giving her half answers for months, avoiding her, never giving her a true answer. I can't. My confusion and dark thoughts have overwhelmed me, forcing me to spend all my time fighting them instead of coming up with and answer, forcing me to try to understand this world instead of myself. There are many things in this world more important than me, but she doesn't think so. Erza acts as if I'm the center of the world. "Because I don't know, myself."