Simply Perfect. Simply perfect. Half? No, the mirror. Perfect. I am me, and you are you. PERFECT. And I found it really? And 'he? Sons of humanity itself, of course. Perhaps you, not me, and I'm proud. My category alone do me, thanks. I know who I am, I know as I am, and is a big step. Live as you like, but never stop. I built my soul with the blood, the iron, the fire, then I discovered there, buried in the depths of my identity, there was that real, ready, perfect, unique. But I learned something. He who hesitates is lost. Who stops waiver, he loses. Game Over. This wonderful world was reduced to pulp by the locals, yet continues to maintain its light. His heart is sick, not off. I'll find it.
