• Well... I guess we meet again, Doubt. So,
    What have you to say to me this time? Is
    it about the obstacles again? I told you
    so many times already, even if my secret,
    my plans, my time, my friends, my enemies,
    my spirit, not even they, but one, can slow me
    down. My secret was on the spotlight, yes, but
    it was too late. My plans, foiled, but only foiled
    when it was already cemented on the ground.
    My time is running fast, true, but I moved
    faster to get to her. My friends betraying me,
    slowing me down, the most painful truth, but
    I did my best to keep us intact, while I gain
    new ones. My spirit's fire dying, that one is
    half-and-half. It is coughing out blood, and guts.
    Now, you yourself have come to face me, and
    indeed you almost succeeded. You stripped
    me of my meaning, but my thought you forgot
    to remove. And now he shall revive the meaning
    with a small aid from me. I became colder
    than the last time you buried me alive under
    a frozen lake. But now, I live to make another
    sculpture for her to see, and this time, I will
    liberate myself, and she will be the one to
    stab you with my dagger, right through that
    empty chest, that carried your so-called
    "heart". You may have stolen something from
    me, but the war is still fresh.