Adjusting his deep blue silken vest and his green tie with a design of the cosmos, Kouin couldn't help but feel a deep inner regret. The people he takes, and shows the world and everything in between, and watching them grow old; is it ever really right to just tear them away from their home's, their family's, without no word or say of where they are going, what they are seeing, or even what they are doing. Just the thought makes his two hearts ache.
Looking into the vast distance, Kouin thinks of all the places he's been and the places he will go, and will never go. The world is a beautiful thing, something that must be cherished and nurtured, not ravaged by hate and destruction. He knew his past self was more than willing to take out countries and land masses, but now he realized, it's people not entire countries, continents, and not everyone deserves to die, Because we’re all stories, in the end. Just have to make it a good one, eh? He let out a small chuckle. How so much time goes by for him, but at the same time never does, he was stuck.
Kouin never liked contemplating his life choices, but it seemed he was questioning his choice of selective aggression; he could feel the lightning build up in his arms, just wanting to be released; stupid Santaru blood... He slowly calmed down This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me! He let out a breath of relief, he would stick with his path, and he would not falter, just like his father didn't.
He never really believe in miracles, after all the universe does things for a specific reason, it's so vast and complicated, yet sometimes, ever so rarely, impossible things happen, and those are miracles, Maybe a miracle will happen today.. Who knew, except the universe, and he was ready to roll the dice just one more time.
Looking into the vast distance, Kouin thinks of all the places he's been and the places he will go, and will never go. The world is a beautiful thing, something that must be cherished and nurtured, not ravaged by hate and destruction. He knew his past self was more than willing to take out countries and land masses, but now he realized, it's people not entire countries, continents, and not everyone deserves to die, Because we’re all stories, in the end. Just have to make it a good one, eh? He let out a small chuckle. How so much time goes by for him, but at the same time never does, he was stuck.
Kouin never liked contemplating his life choices, but it seemed he was questioning his choice of selective aggression; he could feel the lightning build up in his arms, just wanting to be released; stupid Santaru blood... He slowly calmed down This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me! He let out a breath of relief, he would stick with his path, and he would not falter, just like his father didn't.
He never really believe in miracles, after all the universe does things for a specific reason, it's so vast and complicated, yet sometimes, ever so rarely, impossible things happen, and those are miracles, Maybe a miracle will happen today.. Who knew, except the universe, and he was ready to roll the dice just one more time.