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The sixth day of battle and silence has claimed me.
Last night all I did was punch a fight and train as I never did before in the fury of my emotion but as the dawn rose, the sun claimed my thoughts and I haven't moved since from this ledge. I've sat here all day trying to organize and sort out what's going on. The battle-field today was my mind.
Joseph shouldn't have died. He was too young. It wasn't his time. He was just a kid, and for some reason that makes a difference to me. I mean, years ago... that little boy could have been a kid named Gohan.
If Gohan had been human, he wouldn't have survived my training those many years ago.
But as I said that happened years ago. Why does that bother me now?
Why am I having second thoughts?
Am I really a monster, I can understand if I look different, and even more intimidating, but am I one monster, or because of this group's superior fighting powers, am I just one of the many?
Am I training to fight or kill? Is it the same thing?
Am I doing the right thing? Am I doing anything?
I don't like it. The questions and answers go round and round in circles in my mind. The only hope of mine that still exists is that by the time the sun sets another day will have passed and that within that day I will have accomplished something, anything, that will have advanced my life for good or for worse.
All I seem able to do now is wait.
Piccolo
Last night all I did was punch a fight and train as I never did before in the fury of my emotion but as the dawn rose, the sun claimed my thoughts and I haven't moved since from this ledge. I've sat here all day trying to organize and sort out what's going on. The battle-field today was my mind.
Joseph shouldn't have died. He was too young. It wasn't his time. He was just a kid, and for some reason that makes a difference to me. I mean, years ago... that little boy could have been a kid named Gohan.
If Gohan had been human, he wouldn't have survived my training those many years ago.
But as I said that happened years ago. Why does that bother me now?
Why am I having second thoughts?
Am I really a monster, I can understand if I look different, and even more intimidating, but am I one monster, or because of this group's superior fighting powers, am I just one of the many?
Am I training to fight or kill? Is it the same thing?
Am I doing the right thing? Am I doing anything?
I don't like it. The questions and answers go round and round in circles in my mind. The only hope of mine that still exists is that by the time the sun sets another day will have passed and that within that day I will have accomplished something, anything, that will have advanced my life for good or for worse.
All I seem able to do now is wait.
Piccolo