It seems the gods harbour a special disdain for me. My continued existence feels like nothing more than a cruel joke, as though my suffering provides them with their only source of amusement. From abandonment to abuse, from being invisible to everyone around me to scraping by on the streets... the list of miseries is both endless and exhausting. Each day was a battle…
And yet, through all the pain and despair, one thing kept me grounded: the safety and well-being of my friends—Camicazi, Fishlegs, and Heather. They were my anchor, my purpose, the only thing that truly mattered. Not even my own life held weight compared to theirs.
Perhaps that's why I found myself in this moment, tangled in a situation that not even my sharp memory could erase it.