" There's nothing you can do to save humanity. You're worthless. "
Worn were your bones, masticated by time ( powerful wolf ) past tender flesh. Others much like everyone, glimpsed at but a skeletal silhouette, aimless. Rare were the memories of a childhood that felled more than built. To lead you on like this, hollowness had seen you as devil’s cruel child. Hanging to the sinful path you could only traverse as someone else. Look, had said Ymir, you are more than your bones and more than —— Echoes. You are the result of collisions and pain but from pain you rise. Soaring high, someone else, touch the sky; feeling restless. So it goes, until you, golden lark, follow your instinct; the call of the void. The beginning to every sentence of your life dictated who you were, and had been —— certainly, it announced your future.
