We are grinders of meat, meat we then consume, only to grind up more meat again.

My thoughts are so loud, yet the hollowness is gone. 

I have collapsed more than once afterwards, only to be awoken on my way to another fight. Fully healed. Fully ready.

The past is broken memories, and the future a hallucination. There is only NOW.

-Scrawled large letters on a filthy piece of paper, discarded to the corner of Gerda's Room in an Angelic Spire