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Who am I? I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, but the person that stares back at me is a total stranger. He wears my face, but this person is not me.
I ... I don't know who I am anymore ... I hear this voice inside me, telling me not to forget my pride as a Prince. What pride? Am I really a Prince? Who am I suppose to rescue? I feel like I am the one that needs saving.
Is this all just a dream, a terrible nightmare? No ... no, this must be real. The constant pain in my chest tells me so. And this itching ... It feels like something is crawling beneath my skin, trying to break free. No matter how much I scratch at it, it won't stop.
And those crows. No matter how many times I scare them away, they keep coming back to haunt me. Out, get out, all of you! I hate them. Their calls sound like mocking laughter. Black feathers litter the floor of my room. They've probably brought fleas with them; that would explain the itching.
I ... I need the rest of my heart shards restored to me. I wish Princess Tutu would hurry ...
I ... I don't know who I am anymore ... I hear this voice inside me, telling me not to forget my pride as a Prince. What pride? Am I really a Prince? Who am I suppose to rescue? I feel like I am the one that needs saving.
Is this all just a dream, a terrible nightmare? No ... no, this must be real. The constant pain in my chest tells me so. And this itching ... It feels like something is crawling beneath my skin, trying to break free. No matter how much I scratch at it, it won't stop.
And those crows. No matter how many times I scare them away, they keep coming back to haunt me. Out, get out, all of you! I hate them. Their calls sound like mocking laughter. Black feathers litter the floor of my room. They've probably brought fleas with them; that would explain the itching.
I ... I need the rest of my heart shards restored to me. I wish Princess Tutu would hurry ...