hah... Until you rule the entire world it is as if you are a tool of someone else. I clawed so frantically not just for others, but for myself. If both choices end in bloodshed, then what choice is there to be made? I was truly born into an age where there would be a great deal of death... and the world would choke on the blood of the masses, leaving the rest of us to eke an existence out of nothing.

The men around me... as hungry as I, even crueler... The Kenoh, the mantle I took to conquer everything around me... we who are strong enough to change the world... we are the ones who seal our hearts and our tears for a hope for something better to come from the future. If your life has been anything like me... the pain weighs on your heart and is nearly unbearable.

My younger brothers, better men than me, but the firey blood of my desires also had a place. The choices we make... did you make them for reasons that are just? even if you suffer now, did you do them to forge something better? Perhaps I am mistaken when I see a kindred soul in you, but I do not think so.