His blood burns

[sweetchilisauce]

It calls out to me.

Child of Garljing...

Whisper in the back of my head, horrible deeds...

Ruin them... burn them... devour them...

Something has taken root inside of me ever since that day. I can barely hold it back.

Prove your worth... set the world ablaze... make your ancestors proud...

And every time I close my eyes, I see it staring at me... who is he..? And why does he look familiar...?

[sweetchilisauce]

I can barely sleep.

Son of Garljing...

Every time I use my sword, I must show restraint... control.

Cut them down...

I have made close friends. Yes, I'm respected and even appreciated by some.

The Red Dragon expects great things of you...

Yet I'm not sure if I would shed a tear if their stories came to an abrupt end.

You're better than them. You don't need anyone...

I have started to use fantasia to put my mind elsewhere. The voices have subsided as a result- but at what cost?

Set the world ablaze...

I don't know if I can hold it any longer.