[Oyster.]

I would like to be a hero.

Who cares.

I want to find some purpose in protecting the weak.

Who cares.

It's important not to swing this weapon wildly.

Who cares.

Today I've killed a man, and thought about nothing.

Except violence.

Tomorrow I may kill two, and think about nothing.

Except violence.

I don't want to think about anything.

Except violence.


I'm trying hard to become somebody I can respect.

A hero.

The stronger I become, the less I can tolerate.

A hero.

I don't monologue.

I don't question.

I strike for the throat from the very first blow.

A hero.





Wʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ sᴡɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴏʀᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

[Oyster.]

You talk too much.

You don't get it at all.

How can you?

I don't get it, either.






I'm not ashamed of violence anymore.

I'm scared that I can't become any stronger.

Maybe I'm scared to become stronger.





Hobbies? Fighting.

Interests? Nothing special.

Favourite foods? None in particular.

I don't like being exciting.

I don't like thinking too hard. 



If I were more honest with myself, I would be a spiteful, merciless hero.

But the more I restrain myself, the less I am.

Don't do this,

Don't do that,

Don't feel this,

Don't feel that,

I'm being stripped away.

Disordered self restraint.

[Oyster.]

I am at my limit... I know that.

My Master will always be leagues above me.

Sacrificing myself for some non-magi?

Who cares.

It's not that nice. 

Martyrdom without death leaves one empty.

There's nothing of value to offer, compared to her.

What's the point?

What's the point?

What is-

even with such strength

you remain sagacious and pure




ah

worrying about such silly things

the only one who was getting in my way

was myself, all along.

You are enough as you are.