I remember when I was brought into this world. I first opened my eyes, and there was your tired, smiling face.

For just a split second.

There was love in your eyes.

You tried to help me, to feed me. But nothing worked.

When I turned to your cohorts, the workers in the palace, you no longer had the love in your eyes.

It was like I had changed.

I was, from that moment, no longer your child, but a monster.

I could see the hate.

A man is searching for me. I don't suspect I have much time left.

You may never see this. Fine.

I don't know if I resent you for all this, as there is little you could have done for me.

I suppose you tried your best, but it turns out that was not good enough.

I think about those early days often now. I think about the people I killed.

That's why I'm here, after all. For surviving.

I could see the hate.

Can you see mine?

That is all there is to see here. It's time to go.