What were you doing talking to an outsider? You know they are full of nothing but lies! The powerless darkness bleeds out of their mortal bodies, the un-glowing gray from their colorless skin, they’re depressing in nature. Your happiness will leave you the longer you are with them, they’ll suck you dry. You know better, Horen. What were you thinking?

I wanted to feel something different. I’ve never felt darkness before. It isn’t darkness, but the unknown. It’s the unknown you fear. And sometimes I feel that you are the heartless, not they. You are the ones who will not open up to the world, secluded forever in the haven. The beauty of this forest which I once cherished, now disgusts me. I don’t know if I could live in it a second longer. But I don’t have the courage to leave. It’s as if I’m not strong enough to go on my own, not without a companion, and knowing none of you will ever join me, I stab myself in my own chest, curling myself back into this world where I was born, and will undoubtably die, too scared for adventure, too scared for truth. And so I will forever live in this fantasy, which I know deep down is a lie, and I will forget one day, and be ignorant and happy once again… Life is sick.