Fiction

Who am I really? No one quite knows who or what they're. The memories you've and the role you're assigned are burdens which you've to carry. It doesnt matter they were real or not, that's never the point. There's no such thing in the world is absolute reality, most of what they called real is actually fiction. What you think you see is only as real as your brain tells you it is. Then what am I suppose to believe in? What am I going to leave behind when you're through? We can tell other people about having faith. What we have faith in, what we found important to fight for, it's not whether you're right or wrong but how much faith you're willing to have, that decides the future. Listen, dont be obsess of the words so much, find the meaning behind the words and decide. You can find your own identity and your own future. And whatever you choose will be you. I know you didnt have much in term of choices this time. But everything you felt, fought about during this mission is yours and what you decided is your choice. Yeah, I'm saying a start over, new memories, choose your own legacy, is for you to decide, it's up to you.

I love, therefore I'm a lover
I kill, therefore I'm a killer
What shall I be then when I love to kill?



Regards,
When Hell BREAKS Loose