Chapter 8.

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I'm sleeping again.

My breath is even.

The brise is flowing, and passing by me with every blow.

I don't know where I am, it's not like before - at all...

Where is this going? Endless suffering, for what?

Who is taking this guilty pleasure in harming people?

We do our goddamn best to keep those people alive, and they always ruin it for us. They're in the way, they can only be described as nuisances - pests, if you will.

What if...

We got rid of them, before they got rid of us?

Some minds do think better, when the light dissappears.

I want to do my best, and to prove to the other Heroes that I'm not useless. I have friends, family and hope.

I need humanity to wake up.



Very soon...

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