Stream A: Unnamed
Am I without myself?
A sea of endless thought spreads out in view: a purgatory of my own making... a prison for my mind.
I am no hero. A series of unlikely events brought about a reaction forced by the will to live. Is that cause to receive such glory? Skill is taught; reaction is almost subconscious. Those that died, they are my failure - their blood on my hands. Yet I am honored for sacrificing so much less. These events... I do not remember. This face... so foreign. This heart... forgotten. Yet knowing all this, you chose me?
Is it the monster in me that wishes to be released... or is this a glory unimaginable? I feel driven. This force in me is the source of my fear. Is this blood lust... or the will to rise above? How do we part anger or hatred from indignation? When is a mad heart justified?
No, the shadows are my comfort; the darkness my refuge... for now.
"You run in fear, hide in terror, from the great glory within you? How can you please a trembling heart? Do you wish to live blind? Is pain your only friend?"
Why should I rise above it? What if this is evil in my heart?
"Then hope has no face and justice can have no name."
That is not a burden this flesh can hold. Time won't allow it. Someone will come and act.
"What if there is no more time? What if the days are too few? Fool... you are not the source of these things. You simply bear the image. You won't save anything, but you will ease pain."
Then make a place for myself. I will fill this void.
"The void you fill.... is within your own heart. The place you make... will be your story."
