(no subject)
It is surely true that we are beings shaped by our circumstances and environment. Hinata and I...we are practically siblings in terms of sheer genetic makeup, but we are so entirely different. I look at her, barely able to get two words out without staring at a corner in my room, and wonder why the life she's lead has made her so weak. There is something within her that struggles to break free, but I cannot help thinking she may never truly find it. I suppose I am a product of circumstance. It is as though I have been raised and bred on one single word: fight and that is all I can adequately comprehend. I am a genius of what--death? I am meant to live, I am meant to kill, and then I am meant to die. My environment and my peers have ensured that.
At our core, there must be some true essence that locks in our character, is the primary piece of clay that is molded. Where do I begin and circumstancial evidence end?
When I look at her, I wonder if I would be the same man if I had been born into the Main House.
At our core, there must be some true essence that locks in our character, is the primary piece of clay that is molded. Where do I begin and circumstancial evidence end?
When I look at her, I wonder if I would be the same man if I had been born into the Main House.