n short, nothing good ever stays with me. Not my family. Not my friends. Not my Freedom Fighters. If I had the choice, I wouldn't allow them to stay. I'm poisonous. With every day they've spent with me their heart, soul and mind become more and more corrupt, matching mine
There is no place for someone like me. I cannot thrive with anyone. I cannot live in peace so long as there is still war all around. I must fight the battles myself. I have to make amends for the bad I've put in this world by making something of my life. I've already started down this path, might as well fight til the end.
Only then will I be worthy enough to return to my Freedom Fighters, to my friends.
If I don't—- well then, I'd just return home.
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