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Tell me... who am I?
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Why do I fight? Why do I not run?
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Truth over hope... Death over peace.
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I fight in search of a reason to fight.
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I will quickly forget this encounter too, no doubt.
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We shall never meet again... at least, from my perspective.
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My destiny... though I have taken it on myself, it still eludes me.
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I must continue to seek it out... though I know I will never find it.
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I have lost something precious. That is the only thing I can remember.
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My blood must know... it must know about my past, my present, and my future.
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The foolishness of constant regret... I am deprived of even that life lesson.
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If our memories are what give our life meaning, what a meaningless life I do lead.
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I'm just... tired. I do not have the luxury of growing used to or bored of anything.
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Victory and defeat have no meaning to me... Can you even fathom this strange despair?
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I can see a light at the edge of the shadow. I hear a voice telling me to get to it.
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This persistent suffering that I feel... it is the only proof that I exist in this realm.
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