Normally, as people love and are loved, they feel happiness. When I am hated by people, that is when I feel happiness. And then I want to tear apart and inflict unimaginable harm to the things I love. But is that really all that strange, I wonder?
Being able to cry for his companion. I was thinking you couldn't cry, nor did you have a heart. But in that case why... even a little... don't you share that feeling... with all the people you kill !!
I've always gone to any lengths to avoid facing danger and risk, hiding myself within a safe cage, where no one could hurt me. I hated myself for it.. But I couldn't change myself.. Friends and teachers encouraged me, but I never truly listened, considering it the logic of the strong. Yet somehow... A boy with less than half my strength managed to break my cage!
Ha-ha these humans are definitely foolish creatures. Think as hard as those weak brains of yours can manage. Do you humans ever listen to the cries of mercy coming from pigs and cows you slaughter?
I was trying to take the easy way out by running away from everything. No matter the pain, I will keep living. So when I die, I'll feel I did the best I could.
