Journals
(A scorched piece of paper)

Why?
That child and I...
What did we do to deserve this?

The houses are burning down.
The people are melting away.


And yet, my heart feels... lighter, somehow.


Oh.
So... this must be how I truly feel.
How long has it been since a smile last crossed my face?

Let our march begin.

Until your wrath and mine burn this entire planet to a cinder.

...Auri.
I'm sorry I couldn't be who you wanted me to be.