[FaustianPanzer]

infernal heart. pounding in my chest.
why do you continue to beat?
the war-drums ceased hours ago
there is nothing to conquer.

vile pestilience, flowing in my veins.
why do you urge to burn?
the tinder's gone cold and damp.
there is nothing to warm.

terrible wrath, blinding my eyes.
what are you hiding from me?
the wounds have all since scarred over.
there is nothing to bleed.

unkind fate, scarring my soul.
who called you down?
the cards are left unrevealed
there is nothing to divine

...

they did this to themselves.
i asked them to stop.
i begged.
why could mestra hear them, but not me?