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I stand in between both solstice; slashed, tortured, LOST.




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Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.




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Don't probe into my past.



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Since 1 Oct 2007

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly—
And prais'd be rashness for it—let us know
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well...

Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2, 4–8

Tightly clasped in his Aleyan maroon cloak, Rancouvan stood on the raised platform staring upon the oblivious sardined crowd. His mask had failed to ensconce those alarmingly phosphorescent and penetrating eyes, scanning through the mass for the Chosen One. The small, skinny, slouching physique reminded me of Kingsley XXIV, which made my insides churned for a moment. Armed Head appeared at one corner and signaled to me; he had failed to escort the Chosen One to the Point. The Butcher shouted from the other end of the square; Rancouvan glided down the steps like he had no legs.

It's my team's turn now.

Fooooooooooooo!
The crowd dispersed real fast. The rest were delaying Rancouvan and his Menopoids while I brought the boy to the Point to complete his remaining pieces of the Avanche's experiment. Plan Kayyon had failed. I took on four blue Menopoids from advancing towards the Point. I hope the boy could speed up with his pieces.

After struggling for what seemed like hours, the Menopoids ultimately couldn't survive my "conflagrance". I took the boy out from the Point after he finish fixing the pieces. The square was cracking madly. I couldn't see the rest, nor Rancouvan, in sight.

That poor boy barely made it out alive. "If they wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

My left arm was broken and the pain was excruciating. I hate kids.

I dread counselling people, because I'm not a good soul to start with. But for the greater good, I still did. Saying those righty righty right things sent shivers down my own spine. Guilttrip moments.
Do it for the greater good.

You don't know me, boy. 'Coz I don't practice what I preach.