What feelings woe my sorry heart, the feelings of loneliness and abandonment would not ache so, if i ne’er let myself get close to another. For opening up brings only pain, yet ne’er allowing anyone in brings just as much. Oh to what do I owe the displeasure of always having the feeling to need contact with another, but still always fear it; fear the poison it will bring upon my soul.
XIII-2’s story-line is all over the place.
Those Things are a fucking bitch to make.