I was a different kid. While others could make friends eventually, and form bonds, I could only make enemies.

However, despite my difficult character, a single servant shows kindness to me. Yet her life was snuffed as easily as a candle.

Why was that? Because she was weak. In this world, the strong can do whatever they want, and the impotent ones - no matter how good and virtuous they are - have no choice but to obey.

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I was one of the weak ones, too. But I chose to rebel against such a world. With the help of that, surely!….

Feelings for that person weren’t needed. So I removed them. The goal justifies the mean. And soon enough, that person was gone, just like many others.

Now I know I sound like her - but no helping it! - everything will be redeemed once I achieve victory.

-Uknown