A finality...
Journal-
The day was long and cold. I thought long again about what other people had said to me, what had happened and what exactly my other thoughts were. I trained while my mind wandered so at least both the mental and physical parts of my body could be occupied at the same time.
I've come to the conclusion that all of my time thinking is no longer from sorrow, but from a kind of emptiness that, I guess I am wordless as far as describing. Being a monster is a matter of opinion, and like most opinions, some are more valued than others. I don't see myself as a monster, I'm a Namek, and to consider myself a monster would be to consider all of my kind as one which includes Dende, and my son, and despite our physical differences from humans, we are not monsters. Never were, never will be, as far as I can tell.
As far as Joseph goes, I feel I still owe the kid something, call me Namek, call me human, call me a monster, but I went back to the mountain of that village and built a fence quickly around the jagged ledges so that hopefully no lives will be lost again. I still feel that my debt to the boy hasn't been repayed, but that's something personal, and something that I hope to further repay in the future.
I still consider myself in training, and in battle, but the sun is setting and training for the day will soon come to an end. This is the seventh day of battle. May the dawn of the eighth come all the quicker.
Piccolo
The day was long and cold. I thought long again about what other people had said to me, what had happened and what exactly my other thoughts were. I trained while my mind wandered so at least both the mental and physical parts of my body could be occupied at the same time.
I've come to the conclusion that all of my time thinking is no longer from sorrow, but from a kind of emptiness that, I guess I am wordless as far as describing. Being a monster is a matter of opinion, and like most opinions, some are more valued than others. I don't see myself as a monster, I'm a Namek, and to consider myself a monster would be to consider all of my kind as one which includes Dende, and my son, and despite our physical differences from humans, we are not monsters. Never were, never will be, as far as I can tell.
As far as Joseph goes, I feel I still owe the kid something, call me Namek, call me human, call me a monster, but I went back to the mountain of that village and built a fence quickly around the jagged ledges so that hopefully no lives will be lost again. I still feel that my debt to the boy hasn't been repayed, but that's something personal, and something that I hope to further repay in the future.
I still consider myself in training, and in battle, but the sun is setting and training for the day will soon come to an end. This is the seventh day of battle. May the dawn of the eighth come all the quicker.
Piccolo