Red-rimmed eyes, red face, red hands.
Black eyes, black hair, black heart.
Pale ground, pale sky, pale water.
These were nothing, they said. And they meant everything to someone who had been blinded by tyranny.
I was the monster here, and no one was going to take that away.
I have the power. And around me, the world burned, crashing to its feet in awe of my terror. No longer would I submit to its wills.
I am the ruler here.
And yet was ever just them who had torn me down? Wasn't it me, too, shredding myself away until I wasn't anything but monstrous?
It didn't matter then, it won't matter later.
No one will stop me.