I lay in the grass, watching the blood drain from my heart, looking at him. His eyes were closed. Praying to nothing. It was never enough. I wanted more—freedom. You chose Spawn. Not me. It could never be me; I was always the one abandoned. I was never given a single chance. That's why I left home, away from that bastard I called a father. Who could blame me for giving up on this hopeless dream called love? I'll admit, you were the first person who made me dream of love. And I thought we were happy. I ignored those monsters just to be with you. We were supposed to be together. Just the two of us. We could have escaped. But you chose Spawn. You chose Elder Amara. You didn't even try to change. But then, can I really blame you? I never did that for myself either, so who am I to say you didn't try. I will never be loved; I will be forgotten forever. Despite my anger, despite the noose tightening around us, I couldn't help it... chasing that fleeting dream. I did so much for us... for you... is this... how you always felt?