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This city scares me more than any enemy I've ever faced.
No matter how much I hate killing people I love the taste of flesh and blood on my tongue.
I'm not sure where I end and Varna begins.
I think I 'love' Sera.
I also think I 'love' Heat.
The people here scare me.
I'm jealous of everyone here. When I see them smiling and laughing and free I hate them because I will never be like that.
I would rather stay in the Junkyard if it means my Tribe could live in this world, like those other people.
When I see Miss Simca with her hair I'm reminded of Argilla and it hurts somewhere I can't name.
Kabuto keeps setting Varna on edge. When I look into his eyes I see the look of someone with blood on their hands.
No matter how much I hate killing people I love the taste of flesh and blood on my tongue.
I'm not sure where I end and Varna begins.
I think I 'love' Sera.
I also think I 'love' Heat.
The people here scare me.
I'm jealous of everyone here. When I see them smiling and laughing and free I hate them because I will never be like that.
I would rather stay in the Junkyard if it means my Tribe could live in this world, like those other people.
When I see Miss Simca with her hair I'm reminded of Argilla and it hurts somewhere I can't name.
Kabuto keeps setting Varna on edge. When I look into his eyes I see the look of someone with blood on their hands.